Текст песни борись бритвой - винишко

I will invite you to the anti-cafe,
Drink antiport wine under an anti-melt
After that, let's go to the counter metro,
To my house to watch countercinema.
Mother made a counter cake
But right now, not about that, look, mephedrone,
Anti take off your pants, anti-log,
Now I'll tell you about cultural terror

ass
In St. Petersburg
soul
on coals,

kicking
at the exhibition
head off
fuck

Anti-clock is anti-child time,
You're anti-vomit, pack up faster
All pipes were ripped off by your antipapasha,
While an act of shocking was going on in the toilet,
That's what you called my fucking rug
Deconstructing frameworks and norms,
I don't understand all the same, layman,
Maybe Freud forbade her to clean?