Текст песни L1FGR3Y - Колония Строгого Режима

Verse:
I am writing to you from the regime colony strictly
Out of place boiled like a lousy bistrogon
Goodbye wave your hand like this
But you can’t trample them with a tank car
Plus, they fucking feed and fuck at night
But I gathered all my anger into a fist now I'm in the executioner's mask
I'll run wild and run like Michael Scofield
Escape for a clean coffee T-shirt
I look like touchy here
I was molested, lucky not to touch
Oh, how tired I am of this second level
Transfer me to the third, there, although they would give a neighbor
Until then, only Ultima Thule
I decided to leave so much
But instead of fighting bullets fly from the barrel
My plans are a ball fart blow them away

Chorus:
I'll tell my mom right away, I'm in strict mode
My phrases on phony terms
Trouble with reason I'm not a machine
Whoever said the lines themselves, we found