Текст песни STED.D - Груда тебя

these phrases all mean nothing,
you put values ​​above - a kind of spiritual rogue,
hear. shut yourself up
doors with the smell of life are teasing with alluring malice.
you will be gone, we will no longer be clapped,
applause to your house, there is thunder and soot in it,
in it the world is a blood-red palette, where
your barely living veins are already writing a note to the razors:
"Hi." crooked cut, static life,
everything is like everyone else, but the ventriloquist whispers: "hold on."
you can last another day by sewing
holes in themselves meant for eternal lies.
you won't be enough for so many unanswered questions
cruelty comes down to six letters - love? "we are not,
forget it. "The doors are open inward.
the milky way from the ever-lost pile of you.

galaxy of eternal wanderings.
constellation of mad torment,
system of limited minds,
planet without the passage of time.

and we fly to infinity
to other galaxies, do you hear?
your starfall is flawless
I'm leaving the planet.

it's very easy to choke yourself
but some of us are still breathing.
four walls are your space.
we cross the covenants.