Текст песни начнем с начала - болезнь.

Open my veins with careless love
Orthodox, saturated with hatred and incredible beauty.
You penetrate my blood, infection, permission,
Pain.
If love is a disease, then I am not going to be treated.
Drowning in a sea of ​​anesthetics would only wake up nearby.
And antibiotics and finozipam will not save.
Wrap yourself in a plaid and look at the ceiling
Proc is all exactly what viewing romantic dramas -
Artificial sense of presence.
I go to the store for chewing gum with the taste of you,
And I will take it instead of vitamins.
Imagining that the veins are sutured.
All dreams of recovery are killed.
Meanwhile, brain cells think more about you.
And I'm glad that your smell reduces brittleness.
I will fall asleep in shaking imagining that you make me tea.
Help out with your hatred.
The decay of a dark room and the absence of signs of life,
They will answer you a malfunctioning question
What happened with me?
Are you in love.