Текст песни Бетик - Больной мир

Round the clock the grinding of floors from the dark
Living room
Psychos screaming at the top of their lungs a sick brain
Already blue
Someone left at sunset screaming from me
Enough
But still his soul lives in these
Chambers
Twisted like a cocoon in the room
Coma reigns
The fucking dock feeds one pill
For all the symptoms
Someone wanted to go to heaven, but got here
And will never forget the past now
Borscht may
Inaudibly the barking of dogs, there is one cry and
Fear
Who nervously presses the keys higher on
Floor
White robe prepares a syringe - there
Another minced meat
Nerves will soon burst from an overdose
Hospital porridge
The lamp beckons moths like a hungry one
Hashish
One injection and you are nothing like a vegetable
Say
You won't say yes - you won't say no
You are now one of the moths that twig
Into the light

Sick world ...
Locked in huts by a bunch of diagnosed psychos
Hip Hap!

Heart injection - her reaction -
The blade is longer than four fingers
Doctors dash patients watch step one
The food chain closes
The corridors are paved
The walls are altered
Shadows are not afraid of the dark
Are you on you? - that's it,
You are with you on you
Take the tampon out of your mouth
Get it out of your head
The world is sick and it cannot be cured
This disease is called
By humanity
Quantity at the expense of quality, usually
Knock
When heads shake in unison
Most
Filter your verbal diet
You are a patient in the operating room
Lobotomy has become delicate
And now anesthetized
Deoxyribonucleic acid
Quality
Under control
Now they can do
Neck tips are known to be hollow

Sick world ...
Locked in huts by a bunch of diagnosed psychos
Hip Hap!