Текст песни мыслеасфиксия - мысли душевнобольных

-40 inside the shower does not feel the bottom
even lower where? well tell me where?
below the bottom on the edge of something perishable
with frost in my brain, I died again as I was dying the other day
aches from the inside and most nausea is disgusting from whining
every day pseudo "favorite" friends are throwing
I will be brief because why tear a soul torn to holes
I spoke and I say - never listen to me!
pour, forget everything that was strong alcohol
so tired of everything, you know growing up hurts so much
this silence is louder than any scream, keep fucking my brains, go on without it, I'll die
if asked what will you do if you die tomorrow?
I will die today, I feel like a ballast in this world
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Knocking of train wheels past abandoned buildings
Ruined shacks and alcohol
In the vestibules of trains
The scream is like a paroxysm of paranoia in a paradigm from the beginning of the path.
Polytes in the postulate of the Orthodox faith
Which your neighbor will tell you about
Like a bloody disc in the futility of an argument
I will not be forgiven
But my grandmother put a candle for me
So everything is good
Nothing changes
My texts debate the same topics
And I lost some of my money again
Prostration in provoking apathy

In the waiting room - the noise of sick cities
The word hospice for the terminally ill
What's the point of why you die?
If you die as a result anyway
Life is moonshine on the platform
And the bun saleswoman
That poison your food tract
And make you vomit
Life enters me like a dagger
As a phone reminder
With the text "you are nothing"