Текст песни HUDSON HAWKS - Притон

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Dirty walls, body on mattresses
Weave in total weight.
Spoon, Burner, burn and syringes.
As kayfonut - you are in the spices.

Stash - your house,
The prison, pen,

But do you see a green field,
The sun's rays, a world without pain and sorrow,
Here, everything is good, everything is always in order,
However, you are playing with the life of hide and seek.

How many of these dances on the blade.
"The grass is not a drug," - he told you,
And then more and more, and then farther -
Methadone, heroin, ketamine, koaksil.

You always think you're so strong,
But he did not notice that was in the captivity
And your legs eaten away by rot,
And hovering in the air is sweet decay.