Текст песни Quer - Образы

I'm not a drug lord verse does not fill this spiritual balloon
There's long been settled pride steam and size is not small it
Suppresses his days of depression do not compose poems repression
I do not know the indifference I'm closer to sweet revenge
And the clutches beasts lost their children cross with faith together
And the window is the same courage standard landscape'm tired under the Fast and the Furious
Staying there is no sense hipster culture I did not understand better on a hump Rocker
And this thought gnawed inside me at night
But my spirit will not break the needle and Koshcheeva
And for these words for a long time to banish Me to Hell is time
It's not my game and prohindeeva
In which there is not the hero of his time to come
In the middle of people and not the primitive puppets
Someone dancing filament puppeteer someone in a mental cage
They do not just let the money drug pills admit the truth in my shot accurate
Reader, wise people here rarely, only a flock of sheep and the shepherd is not strong
He's a sadist, an anarchist or a strict moralist
But I've strayed from you and all the events on the list
I did not see equality as world beyond
Experienced Body insults skvernoslovnye plots
And then did not dare to ask what I actually
This hunting my words - you gun game
Bullet manifest in the body of a depressive paralysis
Statement temple erected brick on brick
In which will be sent as psevdobogom ham
For the vile attempt to pay for the sins and hand
He began to talk inhumanly slow down a minute
I thought these parasites like I bring Inquisitor
Or will score go to for details of this chaos I rap prop