Текст песни aperow - десять плюс восемь

my playlist of dead people,
not at all, but for me at all
the remains of their kills in the fall
my heart rots the bones
ten plus eight
ten plus eight
and the nuns of the consumer society will sell me a new iPhone on credit
It is freezing at the bus stop,
to go where I do not know if I want to
you wonder
remember, no monsters in the closet
I'm eighteen - I'm Peter Pan
and will not be anything new
Sox say that it's great
but only headphones I love the people out
although the best feeling that I was stirring up hatred in them called
so all are mutually
And this is the main point
we are all bastards,
lumpen,
We stand at the start
We are sitting at a desk half a lifetime, and more
I myself have not decided yet
how to mute a pain for a little bit
Google is not able to answer the most important questions of
discard all common sense,
(Because we are the scum of)
and we believe in yakobychudesa
fed up with chilled faces
if through a sieve punctured
emotions beaten
my past goes with bits
and the future will be worse and better
better and worse
I catch the reflection in a puddle
pink snot
Security Camera drink me,
as apple juice for six rubles
and in your head
I am thinking only about the lowest price,
because it is much more important to me
much more important
any sad man
crying, leaning against the bus window
you are not terribly from all this? do not you terribly?

here, too, and I do not have