Текст песни I.F.K. - 2-1

We came so easily into each other,
To turn into a pair of rusty nails
Now insomnia and boredom
Swallow the bones of our best days
Love Today -
It's a bird: without wings
The floor is dirty cells
It would be more honest to copulate
For money! For money!
It's nobody's fault,
All the feelings of surrogate
Treason, substitution, ecstasies to order.
As in a nightmare,
All against us.
Thousands of people like me
Thousands of people like you
In features:
To plunge into the unknown soul failure
Or go alone to the end.
I picked you up in a landfill,
You danced on the ruins of childhood
With vagina, turned inside out,
And plush pillow instead of a heart.
Blind lust boils under the skin
We are firmly glued to the blood, sweat and semen
You say that we are similar in many ways -
I do not believe! I do not believe!
All over, but I have not forgotten anything ...
And the smell of lies in your hair.
If you take away one of the two,
Cardboard house turns into dust!
I do not want to have everything,
As others:
Meat poludetey feats.
The roar subsided passion for a long time
And the tunnel was empty ...
Thousands of people like you
Those like me -
No unnecessary
Thousands of people like you
Those like me -
Forever flawed
Thousands of people like you
Those like me
fill the abyss