Текст песни птички в глитче - катакомбы

I gnawed through the wires and now
there is no connection and there is no current,
and indeed now the sense
nothing more is there now.
in the catacombs all the light will go out,
the sun has set, all the windows are crammed,
we are all forgotten by mankind,
although they did not know about us ever.
so the clouds drifted nervously across the sky,
there is no time to reject,
time to go
in the depths, never go out,
sit there tightly, gnawing these wires.
and you poke with fat fingers on
in the iPhone, aipad.
in multi-storey buildings.
paper ad documents,
probably, it's better to let it go in the wind.
for me so stay in the depths,
outside to get out because now there is no sense,
Internet is full.
trolller princess, tumbler gerl
and there, and here.
and you give, friend, gnaw the wires,
help me
to be hidden within my yard.
a holey boat, ours will soon go to the bottom,
but we are such as they are not.
Mathematics is simple,
the herd doubles every day,
let their buildings crumble,
save themselves
these creatures.
lose consciousness
from preparations of intronasal,
break the brain from their names,
and we will dig further,
not getting out of the underground locks.