Текст песни Крис Аивер - Я буду твоей паранойей

To me
No point howling anymore
No point singing anymore
Under
The pipe of your ironic eyes
Open with a thin knife
And just look
What poison are you filled this time?
we
Grew up from childhood
Have changed
Cat masks on something else
I know a great remedy
From the memories

I will be your doctor

I will become your paranoia
I'll paint the sky crimson
And I will open a new account for us

I have nothing more to say
With me
Three rounds and a warm raincoat
But
I will do everything so for sure
That they will not look for me

Cause I'm your doctor

I'm your negligence
Thin thread under the skin
And no one else cries

The final grin is similar
To the smile of a domestic beast
Under the master's hand
But don't be afraid
I will not leave you at the door

I'll be with you

I will become your paranoia
I'll paint the sky crimson
Look
What a beautiful thing love