Текст песни FillGood x Белый Мц - 2 хуя и листопад

Life Lines
Pour into sheets
Stream rushing
But does it make sense there?
Maybe we should be killed
Stop this vyser
Who needs it?
What you want to achieve?
People exhausted fever imaginary
Attempts to vent past
Zadushinym be there?
The real sound is only mimes
To succumb to the crowd or be unsociable
But what remains a favorite?
Questions to ask yourself some we
Time to look for money to speed
Rushing to live but this rate will ruin
Routine not have time to absorb and remember
Why do you need for a life-line
And the whole point of sink sink
And did not remember
But the pain is unlikely to bury inside
And who is there two of a handful of people frappiruyut
Something knocked on a bit, but do not see a simple
Make yourself fall in love, but kaaak ?? who are you, who are you?
These sounds are stuck in the throat for a long time
Do you think enough? Yes, we are all a little
All ready to go to a handful
Escapism is impregnated before the throat

Night and dark morning, the usual routine
Aversa to the common people
All run from everywhere
Misanthrope I got on the way to the institution
Hypocritical mrazota you do not stand a minute
Why do you live in torment podohnu
In the life of hi
But the network you bastard
So go fuck you
Come by road
You were not true, and faith to the bottom departed
Disclosure is not it?
Your Language like tentacles
Climbed into all the cracks, riots broke out
All became clear all
Users rot, but still okay
The usual thing and if you were not able complain all much
But in the end we obvodimm chalk your calf here