Текст песни найтивыход - айди

you feel the taste of these lips, you feel the blood on them, you feel pain with your whole body, which presses and pulls down, there, we will all be buried alive. you feel more than you are; when the postman knocks on the rotten coffin lid, he will simply hear silence in response. just ashes in the cold tea, just a quiet inaudible exclamation. stop, it was yesterday, it lasts now, but tomorrow we are falling into space. you can smell iron in your lips, because you have never been needed by anyone, you no longer believe in yourself and dreams, you want to turn up after a family dinner. remember only moments from films, photographs and VK gifs, comic people themselves draw sketches of themselves in the turns of vignette portraits. remember irreversible losses, every fail and every moment. remember yourself in a half-drunk cabernet, wine loosens your tongue. upload the same photo to instagram, monogamous creature. mix vodka with martini and pour more wine; when polarity turns into stars on your cheekbones, we will be corroded by alkali that will be forcibly poured into our eyes. it hurts even to look at yourself, even a year did not notice, you will drown again in films where love will be eternal, on notes with fountains, drown in its oceans, tears your soul into meat in a city where you are not needed. make your heart beat, against will and consequences. your actions are equal to opposition, please lie in my eyes, cry on your knees that you are smashed on the asphalt in cities around the world. this cold autumn scattered us apart, and the batteries do not heat, let's bask in the ikea, let's read Yesenin's lips, lie that you love only me, about the fact that I was the first. make your heart beat, against will and consequences, I am in your life with my fucking intervention, they will kill you while you look for a way out, cut your hands into meat, cut scars; quietly, do not say a word, because they are against you, dreams have sunk into oblivion, we are no longer a family; your dreams of love mixed with the dirty dance floor, it's not age, hormones, it's only you who is to blame (x5) remember the markers in the timelines, kisses in the parterres, autumn rains, she screams "enough, don't," leaves in dirty snow, palms are chipped against the walls, a flask and old port, spilled in tears down my knees. if I had a chance I would never love, I would never drink and you know how I feel. Let me just become your symphony of pain, thousands of needles are stuck in my silent heart. (x2)