Текст песни nebuddha - down

A typical crisis, breathing blood clots gnawed at us
but it’s not about him, but about ourselves. There are cockroaches and rats in their heads
Call it a useful hobby, but it's pointless
Like primates on the edge with bright cries, squeals
But on the cassettes, she and he have sparkling eyes, after all
something else is possible that is hidden behind the credits
We were taught from childhood to be afraid of needles and play with them
But speak frankly about the world
Press me like tears from my eyes
Generation next runways in nostrils
Faces are adults, and this is the final of adulthood
God won't save and won't let anyone be saved
Accept the futility of trying to survive
Accept as there are phobias that are sewn into us
My friend down is afraid of bright flashes and sounds of cars
Often complains that the universe hears
And she is silent ...
Often does not breathe for the sake of laughter
Fever often. just typhoid
Friend down sees me in the mirror, he keeps repeating
I smile back. I invite him to leave