PSYCHOKID - скальпель
текст песни

Here, every first one crashed against the tiles
In empty dreams, mirages are traps
Love is dull but not my scalpel
With which I will end my life

I harm them with my word
I fill the shadow to the ceilings
You are forever shackled in your sadness
You will never be ready to lose

Run after the silhouette of change
We are so used to being on the edge
Cutting your wrist without touching your veins
With you next to you, I am not dead but wounded

Someone from above sent me greetings
I will no longer be able to say forgive
It is high time to let go of everything
But with each breath closer to the abyss

I disappear at night in myself
Thoughts about the past will be buried tomorrow
Flashbacks destroy my armor, to the laughter of assholes, I opened all the cards

What is inaccessible can no longer be opened
Time has stopped with you
I will try to forget forever
All that remains is only my burden

What music? These are poems
They thank me for the text
You could not live what I lived

I forbid myself not to think
I am so afraid to forget them forever
I increased my own doses
So that at least at night I would not howl

Here every first one crashed on the tiles
In empty dreams, mirages are traps
Love is dull but not my scalpel
With which I will end my life

I harm them with my word
I fill the shadow to the ceilings
You are forever bound in your sadness
You will never be ready to lose
This melancholy will eat me one day