Текст песни Бешеные Псы - Онкология

Verse 1 (Er-Bu)

Cool city and my cold bed
In these four walls, I am broken off its hinges
Outside the window, a blizzard or she is in my soul
I am alone with him alone
The city tests for strength
He's the same as I am alone
In search of the true voice of the wall
I was like paranoia that we are not together
They hear voices as a blow below the belt
Something that I was afraid shepchat
I am looking for somewhere between his former self
I picked up the knife and I cut them just
I get rid of sufferings to hurt
I do not feel alive or deceased
Who I am I part or all of
Everything has weight so take it and slurry
Prioritize I fucking rarity
My apartment I with them tête-à-tête
I need the light bright colors in the room
And I would just be myself in the dark
To understand in themselves and in their meanness
Who am I such a fact or news
Crazy or sane, I as an anomaly
Explain I live or is it a mania
How to look for a victim maniac
I destroy himself stupidly sacrifice
These walls are pressured I need the needle
I want to be calm as the 4 corners