Текст песни decayofspace - стреляй

The world woke up at night
And crumbled into sheets
I spent hours languidly sprinkling.
in the rye abyss burned napalm

Truth hit the whiskey
Spray paint thickened *
I sculpted strokes apart
At the train stations they said goodbye

the syllable interfered with a clap
black storm at sea *
The grin flashed, poison in the blood
and the canvas shone with darkness, see:

Everyday fight for consistency. *
2D hero took an umbrella, at sunset

Like a shadow beyond the horizon
swam cheerfully, they say there will be enough strength

In three epostases he asked
All heavenly sanctified
shouted God, but did not know him
Itself personally is logical

The pier floated languidly by
concrete and floors
And he looked at life
coyote eyes
What runs, runs away
from vayfaev and iot ept *

Remembering blood on the run
what it will spill and itself
in the flickering windows *

Then the whole world flows
flies in the gut with a hook *
Offspring of god fucking out loud
for the hype hayat of the saints

And it is unlikely that time will turn back *

whites poetry current between lines
Shadows stand *

This space-
The world is a gray abode of pain.
Here reality is born out of the darkness *

and what a pain for the king,
nobleman, a pood of salt-
then for the yard dog gray only dust
and you can't leave like that

yes, but it's not easy to change
not given on the chest
Weight of human paradoxes *

Wolf howl when in the thicket
glows to the edges
get the barrel, pull the bolt
fuse, trigger ...

shoot

Chorus:
Shoot. Shoot the space shoot

Rumble of thunder is ripening
The sky thickens with blackness
What will your personal disintegration entail *

Katrin will play
will shake the windows
and the severity of your worries
hail on the forehead from the vejra will wake up

and you immediately
torn apart like shchass

one against the crowd
swallowing the dust of the native trail
You will grasp the threads in vain
To catch that chance, they say, I would not forget myself *

Throw a cry into the sky that will drown in the darkness of the outskirts
After all, it was punished on Wednesday like a bayonet to be in place *

In your mother's place
with which chain
forever bound *

Doesn't work if
your way is dead end
Since you're caught in the net
Pulling your nerves to hell

the cold turned black
the answer is fraught with
chiseled movement
twist the shutter