Текст песни вынуждаеwь - 6 2 4

Reaching Oneness With Yourself
Plasting limbs
Or drown under the quiet noise of the surf
Know her
Know every part
Every space
And once you are only an outcast
Self-wounding
Existential and knife
We were Adam and Eve
Only you, Eve
I'm not Adam at all
But being in his Pizdopropaschensk
I'm here and you're there
624
624 kilometers of fucking
Driving a bunch of routes
Running away after tall buildings
To return everything to its place
Not a single deep knowledge is enough
And this is not heating aporias in alcohol
These are just heartaches
Monologues of Night Sufferers
In a matter of moments, literally
This area is empty
Empty though great
But without a link alone
Like me, falling asleep in a hug with a bottle
If tearless insomnia let me go
Tomorrow I will publish it
But nothing will change
By listening, you will find peace or insanity

and I am dying in tons of unimaginable wounds from days spent with you
those moments that went far beyond the horizon of the threshold of indifference to me
I get out of bed again and lift for the emptiness in the chest
my alcohol, you promised me happiness, I trust you, I will be at the bottom
I wandered through foggy streets to where it seemed she was waiting for me
but maybe I didn’t get it, probably you have a bad conductivity
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and all these years I was filled with you with my paranoia missing
and through the tributaries on the cold cheeks salty tears were betraying me
cold evenings, you prolonged me with a rare presence of pain
I screamed poetry into your soul, and you only got prose to answer
shards of heaven presses me to the bed, the one that will never be shared with you
I was never afraid of death, losing you a thousand times stronger will break me
and the space of our world will put me in a chain under a degree of rum
I'm sick, and the lines will continue to flow, calibrating the value of what I lost to fuck