Текст песни INTERNAL REFLECTION - Лимб

Foot erase about rails and sleepers
I do not remember how many years I go
Walk out the composition with big steps
I do not know what I'm looking for

Breathing with rusty air, the sky is broken
The river went away
And in the field of yellow wheat
Gray Laps, Promsion and Lai

Dampness in brains and words there is no place
The map does not march the path
Broken lamp, bird sketch
Dripping in the stomach mercury

Stinks gasoline and metal sparkles
Machines ride in the distance
Somewhere the smell of burned rubber
In the corner lies dead cockroach

Empty streets, shops and parks
Yellow birch and laughter of children
My city is a stone from the roof
Can give you only death

I will not have time to go to the bus
Drowned in the river, suffocate in new buildings
The choice is small
Die to be killed or put on the table
Bubble with vodka pale
With a source with a blue face
Arrange the revolution of dead ideas
For dirty and stuffing table
(X2)

I am going on the railway
The legs are erasing broken walls
I see the light and hear the beeps
It is a beep change.