Текст песни atramentaria - ЛИКИ

They bite their skin
And then what is covered lips
I'm such a sucker,
they spit in my face
Little by little separated from the layer
I felt every yearning, God
How long can you play with other people's dolls made of clay
I'm ugly, ugly until his undershirt Teles
I was looking at the moon princesses
And he saw them flutter,
As thoughts soared up young
And I noticed
each of them has its own habitat
Where there are touches
Bizarre oddity
Where a dry wound stitches
Where is the good news added only momentary smirk
And suckers their favor verses
And because durachё
And giving something under the syllables
Here lie to you and me
Jubilant and go on the black flock of crows
A Mummery fails
After harpies do not need meat - rot
Rot need and costs only howl
How to say - pent up
A painful, swollen ego only
And the set of voice echo
Merging into a cacophony of grief
Dictates conditions
Then immensely annoying
stuffed nauseam
look
Even harpies are not to blame
And fade their painful wounds
For each of us, they rightly too small
Thanks you,
For the exterior,
For facial image
What does it matter to me your inner beauty
Your lips only bulwark
To avoid wild desires
Thanks you,
For the flesh
For blood
For you, I'll always be multifaceted