Текст песни ТвойДруг - Образ

He became a hostage of the image,
As a way to go out the window,
It becomes the only option.
Do you want to communicate with me?
But you do not need me to fuck.
Remember that survive - not to remain strangled.
Tell me about how much you're sad,
We remember how you were happy with that bitch.
Look at his hands,
Who of us have more space,
You like it?
But no, wait, why are you crying?
Why are you doing this?
I fuck do something, but okay.

Proebu youth in multi-colored tablets.
It would be great if they get knocked out from under the stool legs.
I will build a collection of labels blazer. I will become the most fashionable by a fag in my fucking city.
And let everyone think I'm crazy.
- No, just the image lets you know about yourself,
And sometimes finish all the shit that I have accumulated in helping my moral sadist
What's the matter,
Why so suddenly everything went dark in me?
Maybe let me go?
Shit, his hands shaking, what's happening?
Why do not I hear nature?
The world froze on me?
Or what is it?
Nahua so many questions?
Rather simple overdose,
Everything is as usual.
While in the morning to wake up I do not wish.
I'm the one who does not have even the slightest purpose to climb out of bed.
It's time to get rid of this image.
While a few years, he came to the liking.
Most likely, he will kill me.
What's the difference? If I understood the first breath that is dead.