Текст песни Комптон - бес

On the veins of the incision inglorious death
This is the game of courage and loyalty
Ruined youth wool
I want to hear six six six

under the narcotic fugue composed words
poured waterfall hot lava
After another clouds raised dogs
Behind the bars painted the walls of the smell
and you smear her coffin so as not to get out fucking

Behind the words there is a song
Thunder grows on the window cracked glass
reflected demon and demon
I avgarled from acetone and took her chair
Self-destruction is not so fun

Take my native cross
Get out of this city
I'm not an angel and demon
I spend your pale throat

Cold at the end of March
frozen coronal fingers
I would like to stay with you
But the dogs run for me