Текст песни Sky Bit - В нашем мире все сумасшедшие

madness feeds this world
devil in the studio scares mad
your mind is on fire the very seed of fire
around anyone is possible like thomas hemelson

around the dark corner guys with a sharp blade
waiting for a victim with a fatter wallet
no matter where I was born, I push emotions to actions
cannibal thirst in victim hiding pulse in panic

knife in hand around blood splatter
she's everywhere like a cult got the freedom of slaughter
on the bed the body seemed to be killed with a drill
I do not believe! This maiden is my beloved with all my heart

sorry dear but there are no more options
the flaw was removed the truth I cured you the light gave
just excuse me, let's call it crazy!
although from the outside I communicate with a corpse it cannot be

yes look at yourself went to the bar forever
I fucked like your friends and fucked with them until the morning
acted like a creature came home a whore
drunken stupid rubbish now your face is covered in blood, hawai bitch!

it's too little for my love for you
because of them we are not together a mistake and a loss came out
your friends they are to blame for everything
yes, let me execute them, the executioner will take their life as payment

madness feeds this world
devil in the studio scares mad
your mind is on fire little testicle
but crazy like anders berint breivik

there are new drops of blood in the entrance, as always
from simple brick or stab wounds
but the living remain and the plague will reach them
do you think it won't? nonsense people are not cruel

opened the doors in the bar, everything is not in understanding
races lost faith, they turned their eyes on me
the bartender knew in shock that he was in hell
the music died down every part of the hall turned to stone

seconds like a watch shotgun gripped in hand
kitchen and i am a butcher picnic at the game fear on the table
there was a grin, I am the judge, I am the verdict
Well, what didn't you expect? It's time to put a cartridge in the flesh

how beautiful it is blood on the ceiling even
Yes, people did not dream of tin, how their life is unimportant
fired at everyone leisurely the second exit is closed
one way through me or rather through the muzzle of the devil, chic

I laughed so that laughter was louder than shots
I ran out of ammunition, I had to remove the fire ax
chopped and burned out weakness without noticing from anger
pieces in different directions soon silence and I'm happy

I do not regret what I did, it's time to go to my beloved there no one will bother us