Текст песни Nefestofeles a.k.a O.P.S - Стремные Сюжеты

I like to fry simply awful hell genre
where my strength is not enough, I remember this shot
shadows swirling around me like a moon around the planet
past my eyes swim dumb stories

I disconnect my brain smashed hundreds of poems
curved lines of something I mutter under my breath
I put into question the value of my words
my torment tin alloy and the type of your tears
my mind is clouded and sad at heart
all this rigmarole dragged out to the ears
This is not a fairy tale and have nightmares at night
tell me when the illusion will turn to truth
I'm tired of always have to be the first
I try but my nerves to the limit
It seems to be going right, and breaking all the barriers
but that it motivates me is the devil probably
funky black and white pictures of subjects
I like the inside of the termites are eating
hellish pain the body's voice in my head you endure
all the past in an instant became stupidly forgotten

I like to fry simply awful hell genre
where my strength is not enough, I remember this shot
shadows swirling around me like a moon around the planet
past my eyes swim dumb stories
I like to fry simply awful hell genre
where my strength is not enough, I remember this shot
shadows swirling around me like a moon around the planet
past my eyes swim dumb stories