Текст песни pyrokinesis - серотонин в трёхлитровых банках

I am diagnosed at night
Black marker, right on the eyelids
Since I did not listen to advice
That with things out
Your fool option
The on and off buttons do not work with these difficulty levels.
Absolutely well-groomed, always full
So bee fill your honeycombs
Junk from Ikea, food from Mac
Bloody vomit
Even your pain stencil
Equally, lonely, like all social cripples
Leave your cozy vacum
And go yourself to God
...
Serotonin in three-liter jars
Bullets take part in someone’s races
I put myself on the wrong side
You can roll without cardboard
If you clean your shoes diligently
The girl will sit on your knees
Your blood will draw pictures
Or smeared on the wall
(2 times)
...
In a furious rhythm
My blood, your tears in a single palette
I will mix these varied, brightest colors
No caresses, no love
Your embittered all over the planet Fenrir
Look, all this is the payment for our sins.
Waiting for a savior, here he is
Into a vein like a gate
Half turn needle
When you are pressed into the floor and whom do you call
That someone would twist your cogs, and then twist you too
In public surrealism, in a perfectly sick mechanism
Hundreds of names in your life are just letters on the keyboard
Like playing and dying
Like there is no return point
It’s like you are looking for a checkpoint, but you don’t see yourself there
But in life, all the feelings on the shelves
And no matter, the main thing is that you are full and dressed
With a needle, with a dropper
Like dozens of such seekers
Turned into a cocoon, hide their eyes behind the golden-haired curls
Serotonin in three-liter jars
Soft body in tattoos
Try to light yourself like a lighter, at least a thousand times, well, but what's the point
Serotonin in three-liter jars
Bullets take part in someone’s races
I put myself on the wrong side
You can roll without cardboard
If you clean your shoes diligently
The girl will sit on your knees
Your blood will draw pictures
Or smeared on the wall
(2 times)