Текст песни FRIK - Под купол

It was time to recall my name
Just before I am talking about it all the long forgotten
Constantly on the trampoline, and no scent of roses
Yes, I grew up under the metamorphosis

My words here they are bit
You zagnёshsya faster than the Ministry of Health warns
The autopsy did not show yes and no that does not help
No way to be compared with the way that the more expensive

I Packaged his life in the bags under the eyes
Yes, everyone already proved that all he sought
Someone was shouting or screaming that freak shit
Memorable, but my style is a yin yang

My style has grown out of the fire but I'm a fallen soldier
In the back as knives, can build a centipede
I disguised here without a mask in a leading role
In their world tour, I declare

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This fucking world will go under the dome
I prefer here theater without puppets
For someone postulate it is simply the act
You're looking for the road to hell? You can enter without knocking
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Yes, I'm here again, and me only anger
I'm alone here get to the pit stop
Yes rummaged through a pile of sheets, but no ideas
And that year I write a self-portrait

In the dream I guess I no longer believe
I was forgotten, and I reached my goal
I was not aware, let us check it
I continue to knock here, to open doors,

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This fucking world will go under the dome
I prefer here theater without puppets
For someone postulate it is simply the act
You're looking for the road to hell? You can enter without knocking
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