Текст песни , тепло - проебываю

fucking my future
fucking myself, me.
in the future I will become a state. employees
janitor,
I will die on Tuesday
if only not on Monday, I hate them since childhood.
I don't see myself from the outside, it's for the best
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we say we are worse than we seem.
all sorts of masks, we paint on our face,
just not to be so terrible
possibly dirty
but after all, something must be beautiful inside, everyone - and maybe terrible, like everyone else.

without completing this one, we will pass the next day.
childhood dream will sink into the river
and let us be even over 30,
in life we ​​will be poor children who have not found a place for themselves,
looking into each other's eyes, we are looking for a soul in order to read all evil spirits from a leaf.
but I will speak for myself
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if the eyes are the mirror of the soul, then I have no eyes.
I have no, no eyes.