Текст песни Saves - Saves me a whore

match burning, stewed on the wind, on your knees in the forgotten ashes
Hands washed in the atmosphere, comets falling down
it is vital that each of you on account of their perceived all, not thinking that it is the last
efforts to be such as they have led us to loop smeared soap
current in a blow to the elbow bruises drawing on the skin of the patterns of scars
I fall, but do not save me, do you hear? you feel as if you're home
People call on your number of people falling down rotten balconies
Education, work personal life - Saturate your symptoms of vomiting
Poets shooting at each other and drank themselves to the artist have changed
Talents disappeared and became unnecessary thrown into the abyss of dirt and dust
For the fifth bottle of the evening you will understand why you will not find the share of calm
Paint tablets mixed in the asphalt - already will not save us from the heart
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Old boats in the port of rotten People watch TV and laugh at the poor
The world these people burn all to the ground will tremble nervously on his ashes
Coffee with cinnamon in the deficit Flies try dead skin tastes
Your bones gnawed pack of primates When you are calling - and not respond
Gigahertz shouting in an empty head I'll give you a sign you in all blaming
Covers his face in the warm blood flown soon while erasing borders
You open your eyes, barely able to breathe but the phrases in the ears of entry words - I crooked handwriting
In the table of contents of the book - read it saves me