Текст песни muhrochka - Zombiesad

Lone zombie roller
Crying on the plains of Mars.
No food, not friends,
After all, the whole Mars is a solid museum.

No cats nor people
No, listen to your heart!
If you do not eat ...

He will die soon
But he can despise.
Hate all people
Getting rid of ideas.
But ideas further press
Without options, everyone will leave:
Eat yourself, eat yourself, eat yourself!

He feeds himself,
The tears flows down the cheeks,
His eyes sent to the sky:
"There are so many places where I was not to Niraza!