Текст песни Praxis - Бритвы

Hands warm, empty words
Chapped fingers turn a blind eye
Throaty roar goes to cry
Pride is silent
I'm waiting for an answer

Tightened harness, foam due to mouth
Accelerated pulse, hand gliding razors

War of the Worlds, battle of the sexes
Victim appearance, flavor
Victim style

Spitting out the bitter taste of a new pain
Nose inhaling the poison of white dust
Death brings even the butt
With these words fly out of the window

Powdered nose, the voice is clear villages
Stuffing a shit any
Bloody snot, mind blown
Put a white sheet body

Cigarette lighter ask
Exhaling smoke rings
Long wait, but taking
Tempting challenge razor