Текст песни VPAL'TO - закованный 1.1

My knowledge is lost around the threads,
who splrew spiders that we do not want to see.
This cart drags armored beetle
Filled with us, hence right on the expanses.
Soaking wave abstractionism,
My words hung on the edge of the cornice.
They convey blind echoes of the chorus,
I am afraid that sometime for me in white coats will come.
The piece of paper flies out of my pure hands,
The basket is filled with my brains and those I am lying.
I know that I am useless and incapacitated
I dust doll without soul lying in the mezzanine.
come up with me and my face
The question mark on the outlines as if it's a dream.
I go in opposition to your possibilities
Probably my road in a lonely train ...