Текст песни слушай шум - человек,который вечно помят

In the stuffy room of thought, only
that you need to stop wanting to die or become kinder
unsuccessful denial of pain is
that the collapse is probably faster
than the most fragile glass without any cut
who needs your tears, if you do not cry with acid
the requests are like the rustling of birch
if your lips are salty
and smell of sea water
why not get up and go
Do not slam the door and forget
all the evenings I spend in the apartment
I spend till the swollen eyelids
did you subconsciously spit out? where are the words
I here twist cuts and beats
You start to ruin everything right from the morning
All will fall and the pain will go away
now vokruk musicians as dirt
and everyone began to write poetry
after he was too tired
from some sort of corrupt scum
morning meets the dawn,
but if dawn is not ready for the day?
I write when the lights of the mini couplets
burning out only scraps of words on the skin
it's audible how it tears out from the inside out
Our life is not an original, but a snag
so hard not to get off the road
or better throw everything in the window
throw, spit, bury
morning, afternoon, evening, midnight and
screams under the windows "do not forget"
on the clock the same numbers
days are blending into one
if you can not find half
convince everyone that you are one
the boy that believed in fairy tales
died in the backyard of the soul
every second is made of mud
and in my head cockroaches and lice
and the child knocks outside
asks for his pencils to be returned
to draw if bad
If the head cockroaches and lice
when evening meets the sunset,
the sunset is too exhausted and drunk
the hangover of his thunder rolls
and a man who is always dented