Текст песни Тот Самый КОЛЯ - emagDNA

Penetrating personal space and clothes
Iron grip in synthetic fabric
And I'm such a catastrophic asshole, ignoramus
That let him warm here
Minimum error
dominoes will launch thousands of processes
And now in the fucking heart
Kelvin Zero and Roughly Fucked
I can’t get away from here
forever in the cell of the neural network
Move and squeeze the joints with a chain
Lashes, torment of conscience
Will become cramped in endless indifference
In boundless pohuizmom on the fuck
Will squeeze the heart
The pressure will drop, it will be excellent
The best present is the one with the hands of death
Gifts for old people and children
Hotels for disabled people of the first degree
Turn off the lights and bring in the pyrotechnics
Festively smearing intestinal walls

I will tell you how formalin is pricked up the father’s corpse so that rotting organs do not smell
As the convict enters the cell with a smile on his face, and daddy cremation
How to survive on allowance
And how do I die for a salary at a pace hyper accelerated
Tell me, Zayinka
How not to be fucked here
And don't tear your throat, spit out lumps of ligaments
Out, in the air, breathe, calm down
Communicate, support idle talk
You thought everything was positive with me, fag and great
But this is how the world works
The best evil is all from the purest good
Sincerity and simplicity are too expensive.
The king fucked his head and the monster ate the beauty
And the prince left with cocaine and heifers
I fucked her at full speed
We are like two asteroids collided in tight space
We shattered to pieces
Moving apart into emptiness and loneliness
So I want to call someone
Hear the notes to the shadows of my native voice
But the universe puts a huge bolt on everyone
I am unnecessary to anyone and no one fucks me either
Already the fourth year
Around me one shit shit shit
Everyone quietly, quietly bury their faces on the floor
I rob your souls, take out your values
What the hell
Hard drugs, light complexes in me
The lungs are completely smoked
Unkind thoughts
Long roads, fat roads of speed
A greasy spot on a spinning globe
Fat fuck train driver "youth"
He rushes and the cock stops
Cute faces of agony in a blazing abyss
Happily fly and self-destruct
The main thing is to burn interesting and colorful
The main thing is more realism with cruelty
Hemorrhage in the halls of their mind

When an idea rings in my head
Shut up and do, shut up and do
When the heart compresses with a blood clot
Shut up and die