Текст песни Катя не в адеквате - задвижки

fuck we wander on another planet
dead inveterate will rise again
from the sounds of this batch
for a place in the sun
take a turn in society
you're below every bitch
in the head sounds of latches of public toilets
rhymes as a lego constructor
laughter companies
find a place on earth where you don’t trade mixtures
feet hanging over the edge of the earth
on the verge of reality and euphoria
injured in formalin infants in the placenta
we are one but have no color
having a shout than anyone
and screaming so ineptly and rudely
about the important words twice bore
in silence
hung on the line
mood in the red
i.e. sour
acid became uninteresting after the first gram of quick
it's a black sofa and miss inappropriate thoughts