Текст песни Dibbuk - Чувство голода

All the time I've lived, I've been rolling with Dibbuk
For that, he has a separate room here
I'm not knocking on the door with the hope that who would give
let the feeling of hunger intensify with every minute
what the f * ck ranks? in past battles - wounds and abrasions
left on me, those who do not know the spelling
now I'll just have to poke my finger at them, and they will fall dead
I call it like - one touch game
throwing all the dreams out the window, if
with every step I get closer to the motive, I approach predictively
but as I am not quoted here - they are all not the same picture
I would stop, but my rap mutates