Текст песни Семь штук баксов - 28

All had lived wiped himself,
Adjusting to the dead center of a string of days.
As if interrupted the film with their own destiny,
Even without knowing exactly what is there for her.

Where is my pain? Come to me,
Revive the forces that are fighting to survive.
Where is my passion? In the eternal fire,
Tucked away in the veins, crumbling them.

My turn to chop off the ends
All unfinished lines and debilitating sleep.
Time lies erased cutters,
All that chewing as much as myself and you in full.

Where is my blood? Runs cold in the eyes,
Thirst tears shed light on.
Where is my flesh? I do sway.
Creek in the emptiness, There is none!

I know. Ty.
I know. deny
I know. Ty.
I know. I'm dying.

"I myself have spoiled everything that was playing all the time, without worrying about
what will happen next. Peel your soul like wine and does not think whether there is a bottom
in this vessel. What can I say? Where to look for consolation? Renouncing all
and slyvya loner I was too proud to ask for forgiveness.
What comes after: Only fat point ".

I squeezed to the limit.
And no one to help me.
highly-strung nerves
Reveal the body to shreds.
And with a clang torn links.
Tosca on the hidden.
And in the back door step
It has long been broken.

Or maybe just ran out
My way to fly and fall.
And disconnect the wire,
Once a term I have come

Disappear bright flashes
His moment of glorifying it
Immediately, hundreds of new
Immediately illuminate themselves

"Well, he is, as long as there are no words ... a person to believe on his deathbed, the righteous libertine ... How could I live in a half strength? Give me some wine, I drink every drop and put the empty bottle in the world's face. Show me Lord Jesus in agony, and I climbed up on the cross and pull the nail out of his hands to sink them in your ... I am leaving this world in shambles. spilled wine still wet on an open Bible. I'm looking at a pinhead and I see angels dancing. Well ... now you like me? "