Текст песни iamempty - четыре процента ада

the hell got into my skull, mix with the brain
four percent of hell - a little or a lot? I think a lot of
ask, how do I know the exact number? Well, because I'm a mathematician
time to calculate the angle of incidence, while flying drunk out of bed
time to calculate the amount of pain while talking on the mobile phone
counting the days without you, while I lay with a needle in his hand on sterility
tomorrow you go away again for a long couple of days and just need to
somehow survive this segment, such as zamusolit. the truth,
I get up in five hours, I do not see any reason to go to bed
the hell got into me, I do not distinguish themselves from suicide.