Текст песни AMID - Коробок спичек

I'm running away from you, I want to forget the road
But I can not be back, I did not expect and dick
We hide the face, which would merge?
I want to see the fear, I want to enjoy
This is not a seasoned stuff, brother
The negative character is waiting for me at the gates of a hundred
I'm not a whale by writing out sentences
But Chikanov rhymes, felt like a spasm
I such as is, even if not clever
You hide their identity behind a mask of Guy Fawkes
This is not a fight - it's fashion
All your words - it is false, it is wickedness
And yet it is a pathetic gesture
No, but it was you who set himself on the cross
I'm sick and turned inside out
As if I'm ugly memories store
And my tracks - it's like the beginning of the prologue
And I am rich, because it does not need much
I thought only yesterday that rap is the - art
Today I see it at the bottom of the empty bottles
And you want to choke with happiness and adulation
But somehow it obtained from epilepsy
I still like the way it should
Rhymes hail, accompanied by a fiery eye