Текст песни Кроатон - Маньяк

MANIAC

Pry the door off its hinges
In this dark house,
They went
With a gun straight ahead.
And stagnation in the night,
Fear gripped the hearts,
They thought,
With no end to the death.
Walls in blood,
In someone's entrails,
And in the closet
Someone's head.
He was in his underwear
On crude sofa,
Seeing them,
Loudly shouted:

I beg you, kill me!
Your world, he is bright for me.
I saw hell, there is good,
And I want to, want to go there.

Old Commissioner
Squeezed harder barrel
And his lunch
He spat on the floor.
If our bright
Wet-gray world,
So how can there
How there in hell?
If one ad,
So why live
And the bright world
Gray's smoke?
Old Commissioner
The trunk rested on the temple.
Last time
He pulled the trigger.

I beg you, kill me!
Your world, he is bright for me.
I saw hell, there is good,
And I want to, want to go there.