Текст песни FOE - Психотерапевт

I'll stay in the shade

Pull Open up avenge reality
For her style to give up something that forces
Still asking another fate
I still did not give up, God will forgive

Still I have not put all against
Fall asleep without worrying about what will be the outcome then
Empty room quiet dialogue
It's time to come round but hit in the head juice herbs

My therapist was right cannabinol
Though given verbal warnings
The motive is not gone the distance in goal
Not feeling half-closed eyes sorry

But let there not signs of art itself
Taste but lumpy
Uneven handwriting made it familiar way
He climbs out of the skin firmly encased inside voice

Later dreams come true damage to the main point of failure
Supports modest room required me
But inside the huge soil selilos me
Sense lines and sense lines tireless

Groan vicious circle circled in convolutions
Thoughts repeatedly overpowered the law of gravity
Excess procrastination seems inadequate loss
Fun smile applause conversation strange tone

With the reputation of spots smoesh unlikely you acetone
Reaction mind again sinks into a coma dream again fundamentally wash away
Reflections will feed the conversations
In the room all the canons were two - and I vote

I neither then nor now was not sympathetic
Most believe that it is dangerous to measure
Precautions Pull and release
I would not throw the news to me

I do not now if not happy was not
Most believe that it is dangerous measures
Precautions to involve and release
I still did not give up but to forgive yourself