Текст песни Quadra Cobra - Бэд трип

melts mercury on lips burst thermometers
body to the wind in those chapters you almost died
cotton props instead of legs
Hearing cotton muscle in your chest does a somersault

on the trigger finger and the barrel to the chin
viscous blood plus a crowd of fuckers
time is short, even less than cash
but we spend in bulk on those for whom glory does not cry
left lola right alla

the road of white in the tunnel got up
I got by the way article 138
correspondence with Katya
it was closed like her mother
Watch attentively
doodle people
the needles scratched or pricked you
bells ring in pain
Kolya stepped from the bell tower
thought smoking is cool
he didn't understand what was the point
his role is a cheat
bruises come off abrasions heal
Kohl will drag on
and your son will come out of the window again
come out of the water dry
get out of a saint's full ass
and we stand over the body and are silent
and even if someone cried,
but everyone smokes smoke in the sky
slag in my head
and you are alone at night
and you are not sleeping
in the morning you are in no hurry
and nowhere to rush
it might make me laugh
but shit thing
white noise in the player
Mary will warm you tonight
her arms are like cold prairie water
and the animals in the wilds of her hysterics don't even scare
turn off the telly. let the lyrics run through my veins
a cleaver and a gag in her mouth will drown her scream
bad trip eyou