Текст песни StillRISE - Герой года

Lay down on my shoulder
We'll be happy call of nature
But only now I did not take into account
God gave the freaks to be the hero of the year

Prikalik faceless vyblyadki flooded the Internet of simplicity
Who the fuck are you and what are you worth?
You wheeze later, you spit blood in old age
Wait for occultism on Call Me Album Alastair Crowley

Although no one except you could win the title of hero of the year
Well, you understand fashionable.
The neighborhoods sleep and we play hide and seek in the desert areas
In fact, having spread out the areas - bucks frost.

They echo with thieves' ambitions
The walls are mute in the room, count up the smoke - the sound is not at least.
I beat it in the nostrils with cocaine, sprinkled it for us
Just covered and I live on the wings.

Lying fags don't have a first and last name
In a fashionable blyadushnik they are in line under nicknames.
Super cool whore in this dollar pen
Against the background of a crap bezpontovoy everything is new.

Lay down on my shoulder
We'll be happy call of nature
But only now I did not take into account
To be the hero of the year is the lot of fashionable people.