Текст песни creep below - trip in heaven

broken bones on your wrist
caught a trip here, itching in the eye
crossed the line of concepts of morality, the voices in my head did not leave me
gave a crab and you immediately walked away brother

I don't smoke anymore, but I took out a sizka again
standing by the window, a thoughtful look
I see a reflection of myself
Dana Lynn in the background, it's all depression

you spat at yourself smiling sadly
jumped into the square and ended up in the grave
never rush we'll see you again