plagueinside, otnose. feat. Lawanda, KseroN - Т.Н.С.
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I'm at a shit pie party
Through a row of balaclavas, where is your In Da Club
Dodge past oblique cameras, illegal
To avoid getting caught on your Instagram
Unicode in origami displays safari
Geek's denomination - introduces Easter egg
How can I give you a hint, guy?
I don't hate you out of malice
All seats are taken. You can't sleep with love
There are crystals lying around, loots of delights
Mysterious sprite triptych from a dream
I imagine my mother’s voice, abrupt staff
The memory is empty, we have one for two
Someone will say blasphemy - she worships
Penetrating tirelessly, tearing off the halo
What is empty in the head will be covered by a wig

My corpse is the freshest at the party
I wink after my muse -
She probably doesn't know
Hey, virgin, I want to make my mark on art
But, naturally, you're a coward?
I
I've been fucking with this since childhood, good boy
Yes
My head is empty, my pocket is empty:
Let everyone smile so perfect
Character on a broken fucker -
The makeup has come off in the mirror
Drunk since the evening, always unshaven
He crawled out of the pits, but I followed him
I'm falling into a trap, where is the serotonin?
To me
Mom told me to stop with the music
Right now there’s not even a degree at the university
Demos are in the trash, money - fuck it
I'm a freshman, my corpse is the freshest at the party

Extinguished we dance on the table
So many shots, hey, put the gun away
And when I’m only wearing a couple of straitjackets, it’s merch
Spectators come watch

And their theater is a hanger
Looks like the beads are not for embroidery
Even if we talk about it with restraint
Gentlemen will be unpleasant about this squeeze
Smiles at me as bright as a lamp
Intelligent alcohol drink
For intellect it is clearly vacant
Here they use it like milkmaids using foundation
And this doesn’t seem to be a problem, but it destroys parity
After all, if you can choose, there is no worse choice
And even in the stroke of a pen you can’t count the sticks
Which, if allowed, requires immunity
I'm again like a local ghost for the masses
Upset by the foundations of eclecticism
I will hide from the layers of “interesting” lives
Wait, call me if you're registered

And I belong here and there, it’s so cool
I solve problems, crosswords, whatever
Just visited with the whole diaspora
Who are you according to your passport? hello musician
We are bombarded with the freshest, strongest style
Among the pissing walls and fear of just living
Where are the old young? Old among the young
I drank the juice out of thirst and did not die
You managed, you saw, you were able and you won
I'm one of those people who doesn't want to talk
It's better to answer what you asked yourself
I'm not imposing, just fuck off
I like to say everything to your face
That's why there's almost no one next to me
I saved up for them for a long time, my character is still a pacifist
Not a single mob was harmed (ok)

Extinguished we dance on the table
So many shots, hey, put the gun away
And when I’m only wearing a couple of straitjackets, it’s merch
Spectators come watch