Текст песни Beast mc - На пороге истории

Exposing flaws as if old age
I'll stay on the verge of history
just tell me how to live
that the second of the night
in the heart of the knives
It sticks out like a chip sewn inside
wherever we are with her and without any sewn
I read out your thoughts
so silent deliberately
I'm a cheater, but without God mode
tell
how do I get up from my knees again
meeting of the dreams and the natural hunger
that enters into a coma -
appliances and cola
a lump in the head
shot cartridge-word
bugle call of the mountain did not fly over the water from the throat
but it exploded
I wiped basis
and this city
on which
pack of hundreds of ravens fly
and torn to pieces what was expensive
count up was nothing, stupid cheap
someone with the barrel in his hand
and who then became the barrel
someone with a bolt in the leg
and someone with a bolt in the throat
ready
yogurt swallows in the toilet
rested a horn like Dolan
not shared - he became Born
and we just need a word
and rebounds like Jordan
Adjust 3eh spectacled
and you points
Vova because mom does not know that the house
leper
and a faceted othlebnёt
alcoholic with district
and I hold on to the head
 who then became naked
You pens of crows -
that glitters - Gold
in the pursuit of fashion
not become golumom
srodu
his epaulettes and cake - with God at hand
and you looked down, eyes lowered to the ground
not proud, but young
 this road back
mike in his hands - like the hammer of Thor
excited eyes, mole,
my hump - it Hundreds groans
and the coffin - a wall of the room
 within which the storm
they threatened
send
on all 4 sides
but the trust - a crumpled white sheet
as we will gag fragments?
The thread connection is torn
like
not exhibit Skolkovo - a cheap condom
on your selection of randomly
under the wing of a new partner
more new promo porn
on the samples in the filming of "LIFE"
I did not leave room
and stood in a traffic jam car
not going to Peron
pen on the sheet we have rumors that the love
strikes again in the face of Piero finds
all seen in the eyes ...
crashing on the gate
like waves on the rocks
there is no way out
at the entrance to 2 leaving grin roses
campaign did not have these meetings and views
demolish ourselves that when it created a number of
it is lost in the corridors of hell hundred universe -
World of roads and buildings ...
I do not want to flatten the blame, I want to flatten that hurts
as water wears away stones
when the day has faded memory I put
tsinichnisti records on the frame with photos
all rose stones and Bole are not motivated by
and all the worries - of cash and property
on the other side of monitors
meetings without persons
 extinguished torn voice gambling disputes and categorical
Midshipman, your compass downed
but nothing will
 it is not J.J.Abrams
but this is my way
by the stars ...