Текст песни Ih8P - Мой Собственный Ад

My own hell

I'm the one who has not seen the light of Birth
but only the birth of darkness
in the empty doorways lost somewhere
unnecessary people homeless and cops
I did not give life , but only takin
each finds its way
if the Lord for INSTANT decide
someone from Dushenok pick up at the rendezvous

scream - a balm for the soul
in the empty corridors lost again
grave arrow sparkle knives
I separated on their flesh and blood
and white sheets are not white
frozen in inaction brush
their knives made ​​, here and saw
she is my hatred

and like a child in a dream Forget
I'll be in a world where there is none
no gray houses , tratuary in shit
and not sold booze

but still good as ever
comes to an end so quickly
and I wake up in the morning as if
night in his own hell

rain has domes
trying to hide that not hid my light hand
puschih from the eyes and mind
washed off the picture with red walls. oh my goodness
I'm not coming . will not let go
you do not pochustvuesh freedom in eternal slavery umeraet delirious
I'm not a maniac , I'm a misanthrope
Welcome to your house it in my own hell