Текст песни морфи - DEATH

This world is not my format,
I take a step, but the limit fear,
so sharply switched to the mat,
that did not notice that he is in my texts
There is nothing in my texts.

a little expense, little money,
little thing all
I found myself in red eyelids,
I walked Bosoya

But I used a basket, dirty,
I experienced her, and I understood what my scum

I am true,
Ytopil Ocean,
pain smeared dirt
I became blind kyry Drap

I did not know what to do,
I'm yamal in spaces,
I am deadly sick,
I am alive but dead