Текст песни ксилема - плечом

so bitter and stuffy around
 that rotten memory stripped threads
 instead of entering a new round of
 again makes a circle

 stand shoulder to shoulder around
 rows of graves excavated
 not strong enough to tear off
 chewing his nasty mouth rot

 do not let the names habits
 reflected through the prism of all dogmas and isms
 but a curve burst screens
 pulsation of life

 do not let the habits of name
 to wake up in the morning
 remember who exactly
 who exactly I was yesterday