Текст песни Лики Смерти - Дурка

I'm not sick here, I'm a prisoner here,
Doomed to death behind a steel door,
I'm angry with the world, I've lost myself,
There is no joy in my room even a day...
There are only crazy people around, sick schizophrenics,
Both day and night everyone fights in hysterics,
Week after week, month after month
Years fly by, how can you not hang yourself?
Someone is screaming, the blow is heavy, he is silent,
Huddled in a corner, quietly crying and whining,
And tears drip onto his shirt,
The doctors again took me to “solitary”...
You are not a person here, you are part of a large herd,
It’s a doctor’s delight to cripple you,
And every minute in such an environment,
I tear off my skin and vomit from exhaustion...
Every day I wait just for a dose,
From the morph to the head of metamorphosis,
He is a ray of light in this world of pain,
And without him I can’t control myself...
The question in my head is: why me,
Why did God punish me like that?!
To be imprisoned in this realm of dreams,
I've been ready to commit suicide for a long time...
I'm waiting for the day when they forget about me,
And the orderlies in the ward will not light a fire,
My scream will not break the silence of the night,
Well, for now I'm slowly going down...