Текст песни ночная профилактика - смех в конце тоннеля

Old well, cesspool
In ripples of these days I draw full pallets
The witness is unused, so little
what I left the film dictoon
antisocial animal from the cell
synthetically plastic world
In the muzzle from the walls grips tags
devouring this sedative satire
I have no more enthusiasm
when everything died inside - everything went out
I want to tear my eyes to pieces
which will certainly not see happiness
Again to live a year, the premium marinade
in which the submissive promenade will be released
From the opuses that I will share again
just frequent desire to climb into the loop
I mutnged into the shape in the ceiling cross
In the black web
Wrapped in a skeleton as if in a panta rod
dying in the curtain of dust from the wall
Copy people, porcelain svs
tightened in the pool roll
I will find myself one of these chips
digging in the stroke of the old package
Ending dense weeds
killed black and sulfur dilutions
Hey, no one, in a million empty cameras
Concrete Aquarium, Chamber Body
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Do not say a word, no, nobody
do not come out of the coma hate and malice
self-immolation, auto-flow
Do not come out of the gap of the gloom