Текст песни iamempty - мясо

I have to spend my life on trains to become a real hobo with experience
all the time for something in vain to wait, watching the scenery cycle window
should be in full swing in the dark, eat the air live from the skirmishes before mating
choose among all wrong again, changing the freedom of moss and thorns

Do you know who I am? I do not know, they say that I'm a bitch and a poseur
and I like a weird signs and strange texts - Morse code
and yes, I took a Xanax and Prozac, and always wound up with something stuffed
but it's just pissing prose, in the column & quot; Name & quot; dash - bad habit

and let things go like talking, still daze, still fun
these are without exception, we are changing the way on treadmills
and it seems to me, to you I trample on the spot, among the sand and mold songs
despite everything, laughing - oars, because the ending of the known tin

I buried a destiny, reptile, in a concrete jungle, come off from the house
I mixed with the crowd the same primates, pretending that I was the most intelligent Homo
early trauma and lacerations in the Shoulder bag - empty childhood,
It is sometimes quite nasty, and we ought to go, but who will be in place?

I lead the instincts, fears, green lighthouse in the hazy sky
behind me a mist and dogs, beggars asking for manna and bread
Today I think I faint dwarf tomorrow learn that invincible
under my feet - the bones and stones, over my head - the sky and smoke

I crawl, rip teeth as long as manage, yet not in vain
Search here any sense of injury - upsets the balance between the price list and the truth
and whoever you may be - a genius, weight, or crawl or not Noah
Welcome to the millennium, meat, good morning, the last hero

you are so beautiful, that even ugly
Today is your holiday, cheerful meat
stretched her lips into holy ecstasy
Eat his flock, Funny meat
no one was tired of futile motions
Come on, smile, cheerful meat
no matter who he was - a saint or filth
take off his mask, Funny meat