Текст песни atramentaria - Всё станет только хуже

Paper, a pen on the table, half a stack of white,
On the sides of the convoy, I don’t intend to wait another minute.
In captivity of a measured routine,
it’s better to die and bury yourself in the green rotten mud.
Secretary brings death statement
Sign or not at your discretion
Caress another autumn depression
In the dispersion of personal not find yourself a particle
Font surprisingly new novel
All letters are even and without blots
She mumbled her lips
Take cover under the guise of a carnival
C'mon, I have no reason to argue with you
Vacant place, waiting for colleagues
I do not dare to sign the paper
Scroll, mash, flip
Whistle up there bas-relief
There are a lot of people
Pottery that exposes nudity
Crashes with the chills of the cold in the wind
Subject correlation? we are all going to die blindly
Breathed life and immediately exhale
Stone prevents me from completing the phrase
To melt together, and my pockets are empty
Breathed life and immediately exhale
Syznova. We need a new Flamel
There are no more those whose mercy is trusted
Born of dust, dust and scatter
With my patlam, I hang over the right places
Florists plants controlled
Corsets that tighten your waist
Tighten tight, tighten tight
Further everything will only get worse
No one needs excuse here