Текст песни Восьмой - Я тебе не верю

Impregnated ashes weekdays alcohol Saturday
He seems happy, but in the morning under a zero pocket
Calls to the single massive silhouette of rape
And the state of passively in a psycho.
I mulled the idea that we had
Not for us and we sat down on a series of dumb.
His eyes were wet, drowned cries
Spit fake fiction in the fucking window.
The arguments are not new, but not to bring
Before sin under the guise of the barrel tightly strangling nicotine
Rings allo Where will you how much of a bitch
By collecting fragments slippery dishes
Pasu for days under the zoom and the bottom line is
That the ship drowned the sounds with your mouth
Silly phrases, crushing two of us
I'm sorry, but this time I did not believe them

It seems everything is smooth, but the nerves podlomleny
Apparently I had not seen that thee was podlovlen
It seems to be drying fervor, but without you, like poison
All my days are not in alcohol, and only under the heel
His eyes had hidden from passers-by in the search for matches
My phone is silent until you have a "by a fag with in cash"
Inside, its Lexus suck so briskly
I sharpen the blade to his throat
We are three and a bitch is not lie
I red sauce stained the conscience of drunken
Kick your feet under the stones sweat kapnet
On the downtrodden body jerks death
Were we but we do not and can appease Bob
I SPAK couple Musar near dead
You know, things might have been different
Without your lies in the eyes stained with tears