Текст песни слушай шум - а в себе все так пусто

culling times
cut on two lines
somewhere in the past, somewhere in the future
somewhere in those that have not yet been crossed
because people - not people, and fell back on their feet
you fall, you sour, put back muzzles
whirlpool bad trip you desire every minute
not to go crazy to not beat his fists on the idea
that gives rise to that turmoil
breaking itself, breaking all barriers and faces
dismembering throats each
that shields hands from the names, memories,
the injustice of the world
cacophony soul left forgotten soul
All the same, without masks, with a drop of falsehood
personal catharsis you obezbashil
gun reloading, and we must not be afraid
twisting lyrics nezatuhshih butts
finishing off those who kill you
timidly morning filled alleys
landmarks glare - just highlight, not garbage
whispering on the heath, whispering muse that sad
return from the trip, I understand that you are not to himself
to find those yourself
in a fit of screaming, "I shall open veins"
and all the so empty