Текст песни сенсорныйголод - поворот не туда

the muse breaks the strings of the harp
I hide a scared look
your
we can hardly go back
bridges are burning
and I changed the bulbs
what's next
more feed
pedal until rebound
although we do not roll so weakly
bury the past
stick in the paddle close the trunk

leaving the cemetery
fake hypocritical people
that stood outside the door to
break in to me (to you)

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wrong turn (there is still such a film, did you look?)))
but you are invited gentlemen
at the table of pleasant presentation
this fire is not water
and I water you further
burning down
you will stay here to rot
my private cemetery
inside the spiritual abode
finally relax

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they are looking for an answer to the question
but there was no question here
only forest fire
in which the inhabitants of the red book
how many degrees are there
nigga
why is my steak turning to coals
but you don't lose your hunger
this is a solemn feast
where the fat bit will eat you

you are looking for an answer
but there is no answer here
i start my pickup
and light a cigarette
dropping ash on the buried ground
do you know who wore the suit
your beloved mc
and taking off the hockey mask
you still didn't see it

(ok Google, what it looks like, Jason Voorhees, profit!)