Текст песни Злодей Вова prod - В темноте падика

These lines in my head like a banner
Maelstrom deep poglatil my mind
Closed his eyes in the darkness I know better
I just killed myself just set fire

Pills for breakfast there is no hope for tomorrow
We are all actors fake theater
Orphanage, the consequences of terrorist attack
Thought again about one thing, I'm sad like that

I became a villain, villain hypocrite
Where we are going and why we rave
As a result, we are proud of a trophy
and in the dark porch become hectic lunch Bear

Think twice, then think again
Clouds over the city or the sun is Nitsche
I honestly tired of this world Inova
There is no weapons, weapons here words