Текст песни Экзема - Апатия

Turmoil in the sky disperse storm
Where we have been waiting for frustration
We never understand when they were right
Where we always expected scandals
Atom snow around liking
Not even the unexpected morning ulybnёmsya
Listopad preparing for the cold winter
Naked trees in worldliness
Looking for your daily bread
Dirty claws scratching the sky
Salaries are releasing themselves from poison
Completing his life warhead
Tearing herself from her half
To begin earning a sore throat to choke
Cigarette ash scattering down
Expecting cut short when a cornice

Apathy strangle their teeth
Recall how many times we have killed
Ramblers collect emotional crumbs
Substituting dirty palms to the sky
Every day, stealing other people's dreams
Getting them to live simply - what we
And finding somewhere where his unresponsiveness
Lose your return personally

Cold muscles tighten itself
Scarlet rain all the roofs bombing
All your clouds until we leave
When the needle holes heart again
Quietly spun through the puddles foliage
You will find all dreams under his leg
Mirrors razobёshsya in front of everyone
You do not find yourself in metaphrase
Expansion molecules in mental acids
Every day, killing at rotten sheet
The heart put in a cage for birds
Rushing thoughts spoke up
Knives of blunt stone itself
Until the moment when it senses sdolbya
To finally become indifferent
Snow melancholy their narostat

Apathy strangle their teeth
Recall how many times we have killed
Ramblers collect emotional crumbs
Substituting dirty palms to the sky
Every day, stealing other people's dreams
Getting them to live simply - what we
And finding somewhere where his unresponsiveness
Lose your return personally
Apathy strangle their teeth
Recall how many times we have killed
Ramblers collect emotional crumbs
Substituting dirty palms to the sky
Every day, stealing other people's dreams
Getting them to live simply - what we
And finding somewhere where his unresponsiveness
Lose your return personally

Handle the sky shade skies
For a moment, all the miracles
Quiet time fleeting life
Zagnёshsya soon from happy disease
Flat sun on the horizon
Going back to where everything is discounted
And do not even croak squeezed word
Apathy will close us in their epigones