Текст песни ХХОС - The Knife Cries

Tired of everyone, cut out the sound, cut out the light, cut out the bitch
I cut off the tap, I cut out my eyes hurt and a tear flows
Let me go home, I'm tired of fighting for a place in the sun
That chair has long been a hole and rotting in the chopping blocks (...)

I don't need much, give me a barrel and one cartridge in it
I don't need much, I don't need much
Bring me to my senses - pour to the brim, I don't need much.
Tell me I'm still alive. Hey, sleep * di to me that I'm still alive!

Rot in my eyes, my tongue in ulcers because I'm still alive.
I'm tired of everyone and don't know how to live. Dishes break, knives fly
I'm happy as if I were someone else, I'm happy to swallow a rotting world