Текст песни ТТХ - Искувство за гранью реальности

art music space Signa gentlemen
zayavika these gentlemen that force has its own voice, I filed
small where your excitement as then
see the walls of the city in the tags in the release gorgoroda

dry your nose merits we do not need
bills to fill the pocket, then the card will fall Mans
will my weak pen your mana
rap your water does not wash away my Montana
Your vector for experiments road Karman

We leave the face of reality
torn as fabric seam your work
is sinking forbid show
pictures with words and sound in an urn that will be even
I see that it is not seen even think hollywood

Mercury drops lumps in a circle with a smile twists
delirium and only the essence because the labels on treend
signature prints Onda sample weight to Golden
rap garbage not even sapper syschetsya in Track bomb

chorus:
hundreds of sheets whose desired outcome be zhetvoy spark
Kent is a crowd of thousands of canvases landscapes words
millions of layers unheard stanzas as the last cartridge
We have space to you to dissolve a fire there but only around sand

make out my daily portions
that separate the thirst for black beside the fact that I have a secret
just do not come down from the mind as the winter
Each step on the advice of a tie or a scarf

circle closed fist whip 2 inside
you're cool no one in the crowd bitches no labor
every detail again pulls give an application to the game
though many who have gone I can see more here

hey catch my memory picture
hand pen ink paper sound vakabulyaru
let the rhythm of this stupid dolls
potopima not thirst to become someone new supply as the morning