Текст песни Medula Oblongata - Шрамы и Чёрточки

Scars and dash left Worms
They bared tired nerves
Lasky under the crust
Red became gray
Loss of control and a sense of proportion

Life is a thing of the bullet hole
Vanity of spiders in the bank
Comb to abscesses
These small wounds
Gentle hands did not smell
On the road, cellophane
And quietly cry
A laceration.

Insect Life is simple,
Kill or be killed.
No one knows how painful
Being on the broken shards.

Life is a thing of the bullet hole
Butterflies are provided with artificial limbs
Abscesses steel wound
Left blade.
The sound of footsteps among the white walls
Country screaming twisted veins.
The sound of footsteps among the white walls
Country screaming twisted veins.

Insect Life is simple,
Kill or be killed.
No one knows how painful
Being on the broken shards.

The curves of the handset beeps donesut
The light will go off forever in the eyes
Will your body likeness lips
It has absorbed all this fear
All this fear

Scars and dash left Worms
They bared tired nerves
Lasky under the crust
Red became gray
Loss of control and a sense of proportion