Текст песни Диффузионная Мешанина - не так много слов нужно

Not so many words need
to express what boys
kettle on rusty plate
I have me where I cook nectar
Salted words Extremophil
Old Tower Words
in my cold forest
where I chopped Yin and Yan
Holding in the palms of the sky
but it's not so important for you
like something else there
you are my bones my metal teeth
What rose between the veins scoring the road
Today, the highest bright day
And tomorrow I was lost in dust
Ghost things
Sorry Droke can no longer my organ
You play
got upset
You are not to blame for nothing