Текст песни STED.D - Мозговое недоедание

STED.D
you begged me to take you apart for parts
and I, trying, smeared the details in murderous red.
life will not give us happiness, it gives 8 shots to the heart,
my dear island is washed by a bloody sunset of joyful abominations.
give me one good reason
so that I can test how far your brain is in the unknown.
the sector is unexplored,
I knocked so much nonsense out of your head that you can kill yourself with troubles, complaining.
all ashes. warmed by conversations,
drunk behind a barge, I want to hang in a noose.
fucked up. you can tell for your feelings
I believe, but my mind is screaming at me to get the fuck out of here.
where are the doors to recklessness?
I was ready to do bullshit, but I thought about mad feelings in time.
now I'm just tangled up in people
I'm just confused about what I want, an abyss or a miracle.