Текст песни ПГД - Hospice

I defiled the corners of my chamber with black vomit
invented moments of life and there are no people in them
Infected pilots lodged in my brain
Fucking voices will make you fall in love with the shadow
then morning will come, this is the third day without sleep
and what has changed in three days in my madhouse
I would have been sitting here for at least another hundred years
But my God gave me a gift in which I died.

The same shadow, will paint everything with my toothpaste
doctors will write insane, it's dangerous with me
It's dangerous with me, because I'm inadequate for you
I will stain all the walls with blood and burn the hut
I'm on the posters, you see the man there
It's a sick illusion, blown away by the wind
The pressure rises, I'll stick cotton wool in my ears
I will steal the binder and sew myself fucking
But I'm mediocre and this is extremely fucking
Someone will tell me that I'm a fucking pseudo-rap
The attending physician sticks in my blue needles
Everything that I scratched here on the shelf flows into my blood
All microcracks have absorbed the smell of my fingers
Tears accumulate in my soul, they are there like the Chinese
I call each of my walls by name
There are 4 of them, but I liked the gloom more.

I defiled the corners of my chamber with black vomit
invented moments of life and there are no people in them
Infected pilots lodged in my brain
Fucking voices will make you fall in love with the shadow
then morning will come, this is the third day without sleep
and what has changed in three days in my madhouse
I would have been sitting here for at least another hundred years
But my God gave me a gift in which I died.