Текст песни pyrokinesis - сто минут в секунду

I thought that for a long time discharged
and each time trying sebatsya, spending the night
the stations ...
Mike youth, Vance, and I'm stylish
fucking
but whether it makes sense, since I rot inside and funds
left to get out from the bottom of
Corral street postmodern and cattle
cattle
when I said that I could see for
eyes fate, now I'm not sure that I myself
I can
anything else
and one hundred minutes
per second
ship speed
all racing down
and languid bar lone vocalist
perform spleen
and all what I'm vulnerable
tell one song
in a theater
in one step
And to say the plane was broken and my flight
not fly ...
And tell me nothing else here not save ..
Vultures fly to the smell ...
And I still see off ships to the west (so far)
palm
touching the clouds
we want to live brightly and with passion
On the broken aircraft cranking starter
and forward
In the sky of beer bottles, burnt by cigarette butts
Developing speed somewhere in the second hundred minutes
The years pass, and if for the first time in September burns
and spit at the sky, we conquer ourselves here at least
I do not like itself
but in this atmosphere it lost all self-control
And second, one hundred minutes
converging from the metal bird
To face a double star and the newly reborn
And we wanted to live easily and effortlessly
But the head conceals a rain of flaming bolts and gaechek
the collapse of the flight of our thought
seen someone jinxed
why it crashed in the same way
our flight of fantasy
?
and a rainbow was seen as not habitually
from the rainy streets smears like a glitch
I struck a year ago a couple of verses
I have another, it is not the same and the time has elapsed, though
I fly away, just putting a bottle in a bag ...
developing speed of one hundred
minutes
per second