Текст песни А.П.И. Тупые предметы - Мы

Above me there is no heaven and every step of my tired legs
This song is about what could not and I can not forgive myself I
What I'm not, not that anyone could become, not the

Uneven rhythm disadvantaged pride of the city
Saturate the mind and body through the wire life boldly we
From negative to negative from point A to point B without cause
Under the ragged rhythms disadvantaged pride of the city

Ragged rhythms disadvantaged pride of the city
The incandescent nerves of steel going forward - we are not tired
We got up on the podium in the hands of a tube with broken wires
Under the ragged rhythms disadvantaged pride of the city

From the ragged rhythms disadvantaged pride of the city
Glad we did not long since our ears are tired
From negative to negative from point A to point B without cause
Slide under the ripped rhythms disadvantaged pride of the city