Текст песни Under Sense - Black Trip

the walls crack a beat, a hit from the window
in my head brains boil, bass with recoil on whiskey
outside the window people are in a hurry, rummaging at night what they want
night fog vadila in the trash, sharp thoughts cut the plan

And I would like to sip a little by little
hear the beat, convey thoughts in words
catch your style among underground arches
forget sins in the astral

love knots scratched with claws
henpecked types, bound firmly by chains
the inscription is difficult to guess the main thing we do not hang
what is deliberately dumb, only in thoughts