Текст песни скептический - Комок Фальсификаций

Mosaic are scattered, it is now suitable fragment of any
I squander his youth and became like a drugstore cowboy
I do not remember anything and flew hundreds of holidays past
Wild fauns us hurl clouds of smoke
And I drop a marker on the floor, through losing days
Welcome to where each has lost a sense of
As biodegradable waste, can trample on, on top of the ground
Sprinkle all the songs that people introduced to fun
I'm drunk again put their thoughts on the conveyor
If I say that the honest-I do not believe the angels
Your ax mercilessly cut down the stairway to heaven
What if nursed light unfeeling alien comet
You amputated heart implementing mechanism
Implemented with the cult of sex and booze colored lenses
Only to break the thread in his hand went out match
In my heart cold blank borders on indifference

All this is the fruit of thy sick illusions
You're here all biodegradable waste, relax
And no one to hold his hand on the pulse
Toad on the breast lump fraud

Your dream then planted on the hook broke gills
The habit of inciting bright irrepressible thirst
God is lonely I Prezent sends a scalpel
Good morning in the beauty of valerian drops
Thousands weeks accompanies peregarny darkness
We lose ourselves in the icy Siberian gifts
The happiest man is a utopia, a bluff
Or the joy of which all write pamphlets
Or the story of the miracles that you read at night
But these wonders you never happened
Winters six months would undermine a weak immune system
A lemon tea becomes stronger Scotch whiskey
And I have a package of blank cards giving you
I am going to Russian roulette on the sticky night and day
How lonely on the road marks on the map of dreams
From darkness fatigue, the time to throw a lasso the moon