Текст песни kafkiansky - патология будней

Midnight nausea is in the throat
The chewed day stuck in my mouth again
The pathology of everyday life will never believe in the norm
And there is nothing to calm this stupid vanity

Loners shoot themselves or go out of windows
For the right to be misunderstood by anyone
And again a cocoon is woven from gossip and rumors
And in the brain there is a closure of microcircuits

A chronic silence hangs over the world
And the dampness of the words became dry in my mouth
All we have left is to overcome despair
Day after day we march into the void