Текст песни Психея - Вскрылись Раны

Wet body movements ,
More blood - less friction .
Yes, I am sweet , I suck ,
I am your God, your God and your enemy .

Stone me passer to throw in the back ,
You are the same .
I embroider on hand -
I am your God, your God and your enemy .

All I see hate ,
Even you are my enemy .
Your knife my tongue licks
And the fear disappears .

In my throat,
Dyshut cats .
Wait a little longer ,
I do not know will not hurt ,
I am your God, your God and your enemy .

Every small child ,
And boy and a girl ,
In their beds and diapers ,
Since childhood hiding scum .