Текст песни замкнутость 8 - вселенная, миры

Come on, let's burn my space
and it masks the show on the evening lotus posture,
hoping to calm down, repent, right?
so everything is not right.
but there is a price list at all,
all fences LAYOUT rates
go fuck.
cap, headed straight for the reefs.
collapse, the end of the collapse, and fucking.
childhood sad these themes.
huckster squirt.
and it's time to brew tea only.
and not only the bottle.
analyzed by particles of,
I hid in Sozanov pieces
in fractions of sadness and lost. and where am I?
He died just billions of galaxies,
when I realized that simply lived.
fuck, what's with me? I forget to breathe,
Lord, I pray again, learn to forgive the same.
time to tie at all.
nice to plunge in a dream,
I do not remember how it is in reality.
morning. Bolts for five rubles.
and I would have to move, pour blueprints.
native says: & quot; Die quickly & quot ;.
but I still hurt,
be void rozorvannym,
Dazed rasstopntanym. love nothing
flowers in a pink graduation.
and how to explain what I experienced
more than you - universes, worlds.
I was a god. bolts, screws, bolts.
from note to note, we are you.