Текст песни найтивыход - Спасай

A thousand distant galaxies, and believe me, they measure me with the wrong parameters. Match and is it inevitable that a fire is inevitable, these distant rush to burn with nothing. I inflate this rainbow balloon and even I have nothing to breathe I throw the ballast on the asphalt, and the ribs breaking them, punching the remains, gnaw the coyotes The cabins will fill with water with bad luck Be patient, because soon the Earth, preparing for the autumn period, breaking pictures, because this is a continuous daub Poets fly from cars on the move, people write regretting that there are such a bulk here You came with us, and eating a map for dinner, the next failures
The ligaments are torn, I am looking for you with someone in the backyard and it did not work out in conversations The whole performance changes the spectrum of emotions, feeling goosebumps with every millimeter of my skin I go out to the store and with discounts I catch the rudeness of passers-by with my shoulder. If I have to die from the blows, it will be recorded as my personal credit. To cross out words with a white sheet of paper, tear and throw away rotten teeth Or, according to the plan, borrow words from the books you have read, so that what's inside can be described more accurately But something whispers from the side that it's a bad thing, These are those that burn out from her touch As if from a bullet maneuvering to hear how I said - save me The matches were burning, extinguished in the wind On your knees, forgotten in the ashes And your hands were erased in the layers of the atmosphere with comets falling down It is vitally important that each of you take everything at his own expense, not thinking that he is the last Trying to be different from them. They led us to a loop smeared with soap. Electric shocks, bruises in the logs. Drawing patterns on the skin of scars. I am falling, but don’t save me, you hear? You feel as if you are at home People are calling your numbers People are falling down from rotten balconies Study, work, personal life - Soaked in your symptoms of vomiting Poets shoot each other with words Artists drank themselves and became different Talents disappeared and became unnecessary Thrown into the abyss from dirt and dust For the fifth bottle in the evening you will understand Why you will not find a share of calmness Pills mixed in the asphalt paint - They will no longer save us from the heartbeat Old boats rotted in the port People watch TV laughing at the poor The world these people will burn all to ashes Nervous will tremble on its ashes Coffee with cinnamon is already in short supply Flies taste the taste of dead skin Your bones are gnawed by a flock of primates When you call - and I will not answer Gigahertz cries in an empty head I will give you a sign, blaming you for everything Covering your face in this warm blood The time of the border erasing will fly by soon Open eyes, barely breathing but phrases Into your ears Flying in words - it's me in a crooked handwriting To the table of contents of the book - read SAVE ME