Текст песни Кристофер Робин - 4. Матрица 2102

Do not lose yourself in grams
On the verge of extinction authorities bastard me
live by the rules invented asshole
and this world is no longer my road
End too close, the logical conclusion
we as a target
but for myself, I do not think the defeat of death
million the same as I do from the outside
but fundamental differences in
I have not delved long time, and finally I like it exactly
getting the plant hydroponic method
planted with light ha planted
Find one who is not without sin
              Doha us longing broke
I wanted a good life, and became a drug addict
drunk, thank you, but do not need
the helpline is there than vbahatsya
the muddy entrances and doorways
dead teenagers out the windows
and do not pretend this is not Tipo
check virginity daughter 14ti years
surprised? and I'm not a drop
and why it drips into the nose eye drops
it is like a bud that you are yelling tearing ligaments
and someone is there and not slyshit.zdrasti
come fuck can be our roof gone
but not much of it is now no place to hide
Thank you for your childhood home, vacant lots and yards.
and you in square packages tested electronics
but once inside I was gloomy
shut off from the matrix of all pomenyatsya
and you have not seen the real world you have not been there
you replace all the virtual projection.

not believe your eyes on the road the white rabbit