Текст песни Лёха Никонов - ложись на холодный пол

lie down on the cold floor,
guess the right signs,
look at the last injection
through the eyes of a sick dog.
the sky is spinning,
to the left sings dawn -
narrowed pupil
shoots.
in a famously closed door,
in a scattering of tortured eyes,
in sincerity of words believe -
this is the last time.
a thousand times in a row,
it's such a divorce.
my indulgent gaze
worse than a stroke in the stomach.
asterisk in a skirt hide,
eye remove the leash,
the sun (the bloody ball)
rolling to the east.
west by the ring of fire
hides. once again,
spit on me
a thousand blue eyes.
enough, please: leave me alone,
a fit of mortal anguish.
rhyme is such rubbish.
I hate poetry.