Текст песни Алмазов Володенька - Эгоцентризм

EGOCENTRISM

No face on the scoundrel's face
A glass of wine, a smile of a dead man
Tightened skin nerves on the cheekbones
Beelzebub's servants exposed
A sister's life is broken early
Torn childhood like baroban flesh
Seek entertainment in the mud of pleasures
The body is torn apart in a spirit of convulsions

Chorus:
Egocentrism in a closed world
Self-centeredness in my apartment
Open your eyes, open your ears
The world is not like that, it is much better

Monsters of the universe, local monsters
Brain obesity is the equivalent of growth
We get drenched in shit, we respond as best we can
We are humiliated, we are humiliated too
See blood streams on the street
You walk hot, beating the rapids
Houses - octopuses carnivorous creatures
Shops, markets, offices, train stations

Chorus:
Egocentrism in a closed world
Self-centeredness in my apartment
Open your eyes, open your ears
The world is not like that, it is much better

I don't see friends, I don't see girlfriends
I'm my own best friend
No love, only lust remains
Asphalt on the ground, soot in the sky
Sausage me, crushes my friend
Crushes me, crushes her
Life is not scary. it's harder to survive
We are people - babies in the shell of days
Chorus:
Egocentrism in a closed world
Self-centeredness in my apartment
Open your eyes, open your ears
The world is not like that, it is much better