Текст песни Handiwork - Скорбь Ангела

Just woke up and once in the head
Remote control TV shoot silently.
Social yellow, newspaper, fresh juice,
Caffeine, nicotine - and I like better.

In the belly of the worm blue metro
Me with a number of diseases worthwhile.
By spending time current matter,
I looped in the present.

My angel night wings burned,
Spraying with sulfuric acid.
He fell ill, he was sick,
Said-namayalis with me!

He does not want to fight
For the fate of the suicide!
He does not want to fight
For the fate of the suicide!

I struggle desperately helpless fly
The honeycomb networks as in the web.
The more longingly at the fighting,
Meanwhile, more and more vyaznu routine.

Gasoline stench urban areas,
Glass dust and soot from the coke
Daily bothering her in the ribs,
To spit in the face of the hated boss!