Текст песни Moster I'm-A - протез.

it all starts with a free microphone,
and then the graphomaniac fucks you.
and no effect of presence, no pleasure, no background noise,
not even a cracked cup, at the bottom of which star anise has been gathering dust for years.
everything continues with a stuffy composition. the vestibule is covered with cigarette butts. but
laws-prohibitions-twisted-pain-joints cannot defeat this
"the principle is all the same."
you read something "from the early" monotonously -
you are enthusiastically pulled to pieces,
and at this time the voice sits down - the throat hurts so much. want whiskey
and rub the whiskey with ice.
nothing ends, started like this:
whole and broken, with or without filters.
let's stop, let's pretend to be killed.
all the same, you have heart atrophy, but I have no soul - a prosthesis.