Текст песни Derrick Whyme - Бес Головы

My age is for the number of God -
So, I assembled
With a chain ripped pulse crushes my ribs
Arch vein something dangerous
It seems, according to him crawling cobra

[Verse 1]
I was elevated to the rank of hooligans
Though far from the battle of the past left
But the ears of all the walls of the room as well under the yoke of speech poisoned
And at night they hail bleed
My head - a vat of poison
Hearth fumes, smoke square Malevich and black humor haze
All are tired of begging for my silence
Lips dump and izmochalivat - this is my calling
It is not normal, and be given to a commodity for profit
I forgot how to make the right choice
Consider every moment, every bit of trivia
I merely tossing a coin
Ignoramus put on the brink
Extinction finances in your pocket
Blame the endless space of the holes in his hands
I did not even keep himself in them
Tightly fused with the animal, which is contrary languor
It is high time to banish
But I go so the fangs and horns
Circles under the eyes from what is busy day and night:
I collect a self-portrait of the mosaics ...
Full and legitimate hosts his
In my skull, a city of poets
Cocaine instead of bread
They profess to fight to the bitter per ounce
In order not to go mad and manage this crib
I had become the Gabriele D'Annunzio
And let the self-destruction - not my guide
I love to make mistakes, because it is the prerogative of living
And the face in the dirt does not fall only Headless Horseman
Silently I hope one day suddenly become so
With the character of the Mad Hatter
Vowed not to recover
Diseases of the mind - this is my motor
And in the pursuit of a hitherto unprecedented
It allows me to gain time at the death
I do not want to ruin it, indulging fans
To observe the order in everything

[Bridge]
Throw this craft
alternation of words
Angry modern style -
Like an enraged elephant
In the House of weights and measures
And the core will not remain after the ...
And the core will remain after him!

[Verse 2]
And I for arbitrary soul
And turmoil
I'm all hands obstacles and tricks
And that would not spake there about zakonoporyadochnost
experimentally this morning
Me has been proven
What is much more entertaining to be insolent than Lamb
In the bosom of God, where
Since the time immemorial closely for fantasy flight
Being demoniac dreamer, I intend to effortlessly
Achieving my expectations until the initiative
And it so happened that I still have a long way to the death
After all, the game has just begun hardly e-
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