Текст песни Короткое Zамыкание - Тема

TEMA

1. If anyone says, he was not a man,
I spit in the face with brass knuckles and smear.
My feet will fill the void in his "tower"
I - perfection itself, I did not scary.

I probably sick, my place in the madhouse
I want to kill, and to bathe in their blood.
What is correct, I did not know and never will.
I am alone against all monsters everywhere.

2.Seraya crowd that tends to life
Leases blood test, confusing thoughts.
With work - home from home - work.
There is nothing else, why blame someone?

Rip a piece of yellowed teeth,
Grow flowers in the stinking, dirty hole.
Hanged himself, shot, or kill someone.
No one will regret such an idiot.