Текст песни Гротеск - Сценарий развития

Where we live, in principle, every suicide is justified,
Soul slowly pierce arrow dial,
rope ends with the birth of woven around the neck, the countdown.
If not, or you're a crook, or even sooner.
Instead of blood flowing from the wound, if you look closely,
This filth, dirt, mold, peg and the quintessence of its ...
And an entire battalion of the Lich fights for his corner
With the slogan "Getting with the sight."
Before my spine fracture is new
This languid game with transferable sins in Christ.
Inside the black soot to, what the hell unpack
All folded gut for a long time in places?
Consciousness gradually fades,
He said: "People are rotting"
In response - "You judge for yourself, have allergies."
And none of these passions in perm
Do not melt the ice in me, they do not know the secret of Gerda.