Текст песни макулатура - внутренний человек

Inner man stood up with nar
Looking for a fire through the grids of the Elets said
You're in prison while you want something to realize
Unwind eyes tell your eyes

I look through the news of drinking coffee tired
Some maniac shot somewhere passersby
He was already promised to punish Pavel Astakhov
Kind in a cozy torso like Joseph Prigogine

Militian siren blizzard and shouts drunk
Football fans in sports balls
Sound in my sip I am in place for them
somewhere the Cossacks protest or angry citizens

Who should I become how to break out in this world
roles and values, games in which it is not sorry to be
Loser simply and without a suicide note
Under an awkward good deed as de Niro in the taxi driver

I pester my story from the conversation blocks
Aliens studying facial expressions from stupid kinhero
Observation suitcases made his room
Someday I will burn it and start living to full

Or remain a nasal handkerchief under the pillow
mint pack of elama whom the janitor
I hear through the dream these lazy sounds
I work to learn or I already died

While laid underwear with an imaginary wife
Or quarreled because of vegetables with her in the supermarket
life makes me strange because it doesn't kill
and I'll close the door to the key to stay on the horses

did not believe Shopovenguor turned out to be on stage
around people in themselves is sure no longer shouts
Only in the soul mirror observes from the past
Whether I am young to random passer

Let's go back the year and the cards on the new
We just opened a vacancy on the boss
you will work in the night shift are friends with Roma
he understands life although dressed not in fashion

disgusting screaming bug concentrating on the audience
I read in unison with cholods clearly so as not offended
So as not to write on the Internet what kind of gondon I am in life
To fuck from the charisma bought my books

paid love put husky and over time
They will go to go to the island of living in solitude
Fresh air reading quiet happy marriage
Do not worry inside you will see the same burst barak

You fly in shit but not we ask for bis
Handshake embraces the dressing room seems to be saved
But the salvation of MNIMO as all in the game called Life
In a dense smoke, someone with a screech is enough for a member of the bassist

whether to jump into this hell or wash something wrong
Return to childhood What will be done on the will
I answer through the teeth so that the recorder did not stick into the mouth
I want to stay on the pussy or miss the fuck

Inner man stood up with nar
Looking for a fire through the grids of the Elets said
You're in prison while you want something to realize
Unwind eyes tell your eyes