Текст песни Tim Erna - Мел

Perhaps it would be fun if
I was a little bit more pogrustnee ,
When a person enters the moon ,
The skin seems paler drop .

And I - soft, white chalk.
Terrible in his fingers Mockney
And scattered in a thousand bodies .
Probably croak soon .

When the blood blackened eyes ,
And hate us , and fall, bitch
Growls at me, but to no purpose ,
I am speechless as any doll .

And I - soft, white chalk.
Terrible in his fingers Mockney
And scattered in a thousand bodies .
Probably croak soon .

Compartments his right hand ,
And pluck your eyes and throw it away .
Take me if you need me ,
And if you do not need - throw me.

And I - soft, white chalk.
Terrible in his fingers Mockney
And scattered in a thousand bodies .
Probably croak soon .