Текст песни Rift Control - Ткани

For thread spindle thread weaves the fabric at this moment
Yes, there he is , it does not exist Bole
Smoke cigarettes intertwined in your way
Blue- green light , in your eyes , crazy color

On the side , on the dark side
I collected the pieces in agony
Your needle is pierced in the chest
And 2 + 2 became equal to 5

My flesh trimmed to you
My flesh trimmed to you

losing control

On laskuty collapsed supernova shone only
And with every breath cigarette burns

My flesh trimmed to you
My flesh trimmed to you