Текст песни monday suicide - Тот, Кто Танцует Как Лох

Fear seem like a loch
Word dictates and dictates actions
Leather climb
Dancing under the fuse
how much is left outside
From what inside?

After all, I am those who dances like a sucker
And it does not knit any jack
Having bought an expensive apparatus
Playing on it as the last raster
And I fuck what you are dressed
Fuck colors and fuck coloring
Lose face again
For laughing mask

In horror, we are waiting for other approving words
we were disconnected, forcing themselves to be afraid of ourselves
Daily trying to seem not for those who we are
thin in the sea from your own shit

The first "dressed as a champion"
The second "suspicious and quiet"
The third "all the time drinks"
And each of us feels psychos