Текст песни Альт и Эгоцентрум - Ипохондрия

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Everybody drowns me and drowns a ton of drafts
I tried to split the letters to microns
The molecules of my soul sang in unison
And this is the spite of the day, because my life is a wheel

And all my words are bit weightless
When my head boils for me is an invaluable experience
If only to survive or create a new world
Otherwise, life will squeeze you out like a lemon

I would kill my mind, I would have enough strength
In the meantime, I am looming in circles around the apartment
The head insists the breasts have nothing more to share
Hypochondria tore the thread in half

As if it will electrocute me with symptoms
Why did the sky bring up such semi-Pushkin
I'm fickle, not 3 point 14 hundredths
The maximum feeling of hatred will now visit me

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I collect thoughts instead of dust
Don't get the notes out of my heart, my brain is unstable
I'll write it down and drop it, I'll write it down and drop it
This is the last chord, the last line

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Day after day I keep my line
Others hope to hurt or think they will
But I'm constantly on my feet
And do not budge, like convolutions in the brain

It's my disease to compose these rhymes and lines
I am them, as if from Lego - dismantling the line
Songs have more soul than skills
After all, I want every track to merge into your ears

And as a bad sound engineer, I will nullify criticism
Even though it's like a Bitmar album itself - some minuses in me
But the goal and the task before our eyes
And that means that the heart doesn't freeze

That despite the mass of pain and nerves
On phrases of flattery and anger, on masses of freaks and bitches
I will do my own thing and level up
Sick with music, every new day