Текст песни P.S. Сима - I me mine

Blood splattered clothes, paint instead,
Things are splattered with blood, half with dough
Blood splattered the apartment in this text,
Everything is splattered with blood, has not passed the evil test.

I take brushes and shed my eyelashes
I have nothing to paint with except myself.
I have nothing to talk about, say it yourself
I cover my mom's eyes, lights out.

I can't scream, so I keep quiet
I lost my self when
I lay down between the rails to the executioner,
You shouldn't have killed me, weirdo.

Lost "me" walking across the road
Then "mine", going home.
Face down, I will secure my freedom
Death trampled death in a straight line.