Текст песни еще один сон - ты ложь

Light at the table weekly,
And I am unfinished
and in the tea fly to the shores moored
And no longer alive.
Your request for the expiration date has passed
and listen to text in notebook
without notes that.
And without drugs try,
And I sold a passion out without Natarius,
Looking like something on emptiness.
dense clouds accusable
About faces are broken by drops.
Readers read fiction
Under the lantern with night background,
and phone pocket,
Yes, in the hands of blood and swinging eyes.
You are three
And I am in one copy
Also and something will be wrapped in something.
keep yourself on your skin
It's closer to winter, and it's better to get rid.
you are spoiled
that in the dining room rushed with spoons,
You are a lie.
Take a hundred three times a couple of times
And in shit and all glad without you.
already without heat somehow cold
yes the sky does not mind shine,
but only zipper.
however, I am extremely rare pig
what the witnesses may not
But it's all so
without failure
And the garbage lies under the legs.
Under the new one please yourself
And throw away the albums failed.
I would break