Текст песни Predicate - Минуты Слабости

Out of my head!
Take my life back!
Get my thoughts back!
Take your demons letters
And the dust of boring love
Fucked my brain to the blood!
Out of my head!
Erase all dates and numbers forever!
I have exterminated all the ghosts of meaning
Those that have not yet been bitten
You are the teeth of doubt!

Out of my head!
There is no more room!
It's too crowded there!
I threw away the black chair
In which, having relaxed,
For dessert, devoured dreams.
Out of my head!
Find yourself a new field of consciousness
Where knowledge is not yet present,
And where you can suffer
Sow and grow you.
And I want emptiness!

Out of my head!
Don't scare me with your happiness
That you will meet one day
And I will wildly regret and cry.
Bitch! I don't give a fuck!
Wake up, your mother!
Re-evaluate already
You put too much margin
As a valuable commodity!
Fuck you, mercantile creature!