Текст песни эрик ким - разряд

I have a premonition of black,
You seem to have too -
despair.
Alcohol only seasites
Soul
It should be shouting.
Music from speakers
Mocks all screams.
This bar smells
longing and loneliness
smells
Something wet.
Today we will be one
From intersecting
sorry you can break
Stick.
lie down on the floor and no
From explosive ripple
Solitude
at the temple.
alcohol
Seashes soul
Pasting away
In the street.

Dead birds inside.
discharge - breathe.
discharge.