Текст песни 123 - Записки маньяка

HAPPLE - Demo (2009)

For my back began to talk about
That I often poured gasoline to fire
I found one and started in a dead end
And smiling, just did not give the outlet of the bitch
Over the second day, the soul asked
He did not like the basement and raw walls
I knew for sure that I would tying a language
And I will teach him how never love freedom
Attempts by hoarse moans to serve SOS
Drowned with thoughts go under the floor
All duplex is powered by slough
Under the weight of four psychotrop cubes
I immersed His consciousness in the new world
His pulse randomly changed rhythms
He saw there not one million paintings
But written by the spectrum of another palette