Lyrics макулатура - сингулярность

will jump exchange rates, burn the house and change socks lucky, where you look out accidentally
from its huge hood as the thicket of the forest long-stalled protests and tiles (paved) dream
I like you already knew since childhood and was ready for anything
crane my house will survive any war
and behold the shadow of a hand reaching through the concrete through the night and time
You can sit on it like on a branch nobody notices
that you smoke in the wrong place
I walked through the woods instead of pines growing baby plant fence
lost during sonchasa teachers were not looking for me
my filmstrip Chippolino not ended and was not caught by demons
I clung to the bars trying to imagine what will happen next
die for you in steel thunderstorms
burst colors fall in a duel in the snow
or stand in the dugout from hunger
people's lives do not fit me
Happiness seems to be defective
Day * Birthday been
I told that dream to be lifter
out of pity for the relatives who joke and Ted hair

louder than words crunches on the teeth and cabbage with this crash
They fall through the days in each other and I stands still
in the event horizon of the past have only sentimental Nolan
before you know it, I want you to seem cheerful
joke on the social networks as a call through the fence cat
stupid and hopeless as long as you do not look at me
I type air look at your nails like a mirror
spit on the cars grille shake and kick
If the singularity is so happy with everything that I
you never povernёshsya to me and you do not run out of cigarettes
Ruble strengthened President makes plastic event gets bigger
I am from childhood you throw the whole future of the world at his feet
I scream from his post but I can not leave
it is my duty not to touch you and not get out of his reflection

see you so close that space and time are distorted
fear to talk to you and understand what you yet
leave your cigarette butts on the counter instead of money
reach your dream to escape to the woods

see you so close that space and time are distorted
fear to speak with you and understand that you are no longer
leave your cigarette butts on the counter instead of money
to reach out to you and for all escape into the woods

this game have to wake up in time to pay for food and lodging
certain date each month as a hang gilyatiny
dodge the blade to be ashamed of when he looked at her like meat
rise and fall know myself until now no better than he knew in the fifth grade
assessment of the behavior of a parent as a foretaste of powerlessness
Now the same feeling for speculative member inserted between the boobs
as in the movie shizopolis I'm going to be with you, and where I
just put the foot on the ground want to go back to the tree house
then again to escape from the relationship in the story of the club music group
in which I shout screamo the accompaniment of sewer pipes
I'm standing over the corpse of his body dissected
everything that we have experienced a dream
material for another post or text
our joint peace weightless
I gave up on acquired
it's like shaking of the files on the hard disk is not modern furniture fridge hot water equipment is more important than thought
poured on Google docks instead of objects anywhere in the world has access
violence and n * zdёzh life together how hard to be free
and a reproduction instinct tells promise anything hold her
I'm like a dog to climb back into the booth while outside the wind and rain
we lie to each other tied to a sense of guilt and cry
protective layer to peel me like a scalded tomato exposing pulp
but in the morning you look out the window you know that the past is no password
which can only be restored through a remote mail mail ru
on account Evgeny Alekhin
endless journey through happiness and pain
It begins and terminates meaningless anywhere
for some reason, I am happy to twist this nest but only background
like a torrent swinging the film we never see
my lyrics are no less hypocritical than ice baby attachment hard-won through the islands and downs
but it needed the subtitles and explanations
when lying to yourself it does not matter what you say to others
many years writing a letter to a friend who does not have it is to be my anthem
I am with you always tell yourself thrown into a far point on the planet
a dinner for two in one, we separate bed but somehow stripped

fear one I stay forever chained to you
no end of the corridor, each of us as an escort for the second
I'm your stupid sleep on dirty bed polutoromestnoy a needle under the skin
Kick some ink pens to me is my creed of violence and manipulation pizdezh