Текст песни Rec9 - Хождение по мукам

These weekdays call me, waking up in the early morning,
I DO NOT see everyone around, die bitches in my throes.
New week and I see you again
Different personalities, but under them the same mask.

Every day the same mass (new) schizophrenia,
Every other person is like a zombie and we have one foot in the grave.
I have nothing to say even to myself
I'm waiting for Monday to understand for the hundredth time that I'm in shit.

After all, My agony leaves much to be desired,
In the mirror I see a corpse, because every day it gets worse for me.

But in fun, I live another day, and so for ten years,
And then he chops, after all, he eats a whole lump of his throat inside,
And the only way out is suicide and nothing else.