Текст песни dobbro - tishomertv

I saw all of you hyenas awaiting the death of lions of their own bodies
sleepy mouths in convulsive expectation of arrivals listen to the mechanical work of internal organs as to rustling from an empty room
every time you're lying to yourself that
it’s not so easy, but a brave explorer of dopamine mountains and endorphin rivers or the last poet of the lazy world is trying to find hopelessness that it’s unknown between the fibers of morphing that surgeons of conscience are tearing out bullets of everyday fabrications from soft tissues that something tells you something about the white bull’s tale no one bothers you and didn’t bother you; you just want to do anything; your fingers won’t pour out the required code; a rebus from letters is all the laughter of the missing seconds; t the room of your head is tearing to pieces of the ear muff and then it gets louder and now you are gone there is nothing there is only sound and then it reaches the limit and the sound becomes silence
a constant state in general all this constantly wise remains unchanged
I was always sickening I went into the mountains of unsuccessful attempts of self-control I travel along rivers of unfilled reports I put up a tent for a rented apartment by the river I wait for a bear of civil services with longing in my eyes no longing no sadness no tiredness you just open your eyes and do things aloof when you shouted wolves in kennel kennels he died and I go ahead through the reality on me a beautiful white coat I lie to everyone that I look at the world from the other side that I wrapped myself in clothes of madness for 6 hours
visited the wrong side of consciousness
I’ve smoked a hookah with a caterpillar. I’m not at all. I’m just a photograph where it’s still so sweet. where I’m in my father’s hands.
 just two tablets open the burner small atomic boats inner bald man will say in your voice they drowned and laughed
three covers and walk around the inner perimeter of the cell in jail
four floors at night banging on artillery batteries
I am the fifth Achilles I am an anti-tank hedgehog
syringe needles I'm a dancer on the barbed wire of meanings
I am the voice of the god of a hackneyed record
pliers torn reality lazily trying to drain into the bottom of a glass-well
your eyes
empty rooms of empty people romanticization of shooting limbs to yourself pathetic attempts to make at least somehow boring
literally feeding themselves with illusions literally half-dead from overdoses are not very smart people try to open their eyes but in the news look for corpses a resident of a millionaire city discovered gas in an apartment and ran away from a party