Текст песни Пятна Роршаха - Психоз

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The blood fists on the rough wall.
Fucking warm tomorrow, save.
And in a gas mask breaking system.
Yes, my psychosis is always waiting for me.
Paradise for fools and weak characters.
For the losers weaved all hell.
People trams are interleaved,
And I hope, I'll bet.
I'm on my knees under the stupid moon
I stand and I laugh like a complete fool.
Happiness candle burned their wings.
Fortunately, we know who to whom the enemy.
Enough of abstractions, enough hope.
Every blacksmith himself, each executioner.
Just like always, all as before.
It's hard to laugh when the heart is crying.
And I'm running and yelling in all throat,
There, where perhaps the dawn rises.
And for you, I tear off the skin,
Yes, my psychosis, I am open to you.
Who are we? Vile snot.
We are very easy to smudge of dirt.
But it's not worth it to die,
Beat the wall and quietly sobbing.