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In the underground passages in the daytime, fuck people
Someone rushes to work their health to ruin
Students for study, emo, skins and goths
Everyone at each other, fuck everyone's worries
Someone spits at his feet, stepping into vomit himself
And there are hundreds of them in a day, hundreds of zombie freaks
Shuffle the tiles of the floor, the houses of the night rabble
Someone has a knife at the throat, someone a knife under the ribs
It's dark in the polytechnic underground all day and night
Someone fucking fun fucking a lamp with a bag
Night prostitutes don't hang out here for a long time
One bitch here fell asleep forever

You're thumping ahead, but I don't know you,
Your shaky gait shakes on the sides
There are two of us in the underpass
And I quickened my step.
You stink of fumes in your teeth, a cigar smokes
I stumbled and fell - a present on the platter
And how will you be worse than that Monica Bellucci
And your hips are wider and your tits are cooler
Just try to scream down your throat with a razor
You will be quieter than a mouse, everything will be covered
And I rip off her dress in inadequacy
why do you need a bed when there is dirty tiles
And I drunk a bitch dick on a dry stick
Slashing her face, I will decorate her flour
As soon as you sober up, I will go to the end
I move faster in my hands and squeeze my neck.