Текст песни Илья Григорьев - Обезумевший псих

Distraught psych

I take powder, and go home,
My son sits there - he is still alive.
My daughter was taken to the crazy house.
We live on the edge, and stay on it.

And outside the window ... swim days
And dark nights are lit lights.
We are alone but we are many such
And each of us distraught psych.

Psycho...
And each of us distraught psycho!

My son erases powder
Brightness stains that grow on it,
When he looks at the magic screen,
Bleeding thousand neon wounds.

And rusty crane ... cuts days,
And chunks of the dead flesh are decomposed.
We are some, but we are many such,
And each of us distraught psycho ...

Psycho...
And each of us distraught psycho !!!

Psycho!!!