Текст песни HOST - Зона отчуждения

I forgot the race but no words
I forgot myself but not
one outfit and without music
and now find out who is who
one hand in the dark all the pencil
neck inscribed with a dream shouting march
if a pencil be afraid of these weekdays
but rarely deduce the formula would be better
Dream erase the lines in a cage on paper
but for sharpen the pencil and faster I'll take the old
I shut you erase the world to the very thin crust
let down broken my world burn me in the end
but do not rush hope of erecting barriers
I would have died for his rap but perhaps I will break the wall
mixed nerves confused dates
I would have scored this body with all my curse
from the hands to the neck thin black notes
and hammered to the bone name HosT EPT
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in the exclusion zone so much evil
but around the heavens and then heard voices ttolko
but passed by in these networks will fall
because the only music his way to the heart will always find