Текст песни Конгломерат Безумия - Прозак

My personal circle of hell is only at night your devils lights
And I'm ready to go down in formalin
Fog blind, now hike visibility on zero
Yes it is nonsense but I thought only about you
In the light of comets that dilanovsky character
With a rich story of Badtrip and pharmacy
No longer scary when blood freezes
In the veins metal, I am a Drugstore Cowboy
A smile is stretched from an excess of endorphins
This is an erzatz in the shell of a sad mime
Pale Dummy Stinking Dead Fish
My world-art brut where all the mentally ill
And I, including I ask you a doctor to give a pass
To present your reflection in the eyes
To make a minimum set of phrases
Because more superfluous brings pain and spasms ...
I collect this puzzle on slices
And fall into a viscous ogolone monotony
Where monday mimicries under Friday
Confidently, then why pay for this difference?
A knock on the door soothes by the ambient
We are no yes and was not at all probably
Sugar, whip-familiar terms
And if dying for darkness is still not visible paradise
The wind raises the garbage, carries stumbling
Deva-Maria looks at me from the bottom of the glass
Shapes shivering reflected in the flicker
And this room burns the desire to napalm
And I am also looking for a castler
Velvet Buffonads for me diamonds playing
The girl throws dolls on the floor to the use of clouds
Hi dreams, I love you my friend's pass