Текст песни PlayingTheAngel - оплот веры

fall to me in a hemp hammock
in my cozy nest in postmodern style
and when the scars are wounds again, we'll meet the sunset
on a billiard table, and on bamboo floorboards
and yes, I don't like being yours or someone else's
i love myself, whiskey and codeine
maiden, with the proportions of a barbie, does not stand on her feet
everything that could be taken away has already been given to the gods
I jumped off and you lost your mind
defenseless entered the fog. I beg you, breathe ...
and I don't care who
today is christmas eve, take off your stinking clothes, throw it into the fireplace
Yes, I have nothing, and stop clapping your eyes, otherwise you will take off
I care about you silly
and stop raving with fairy tales. write a new one
no, not crying. this is a pepper spray
yes, that's the air I painted
we will die. I poisoned the crimson bunches
do not think to vomit. love broke our tibia
come on, freeze, maybe we'll give you the last tattoo
yes, be patient, we will soon fall into textures
survive. this plastic hula hoop
will be the new ring of saturn
silently open my upset piano
remember the cozy worldly paradise
you are my last stronghold of faith