Lyrics скептический, риталити - черепная коробка для вашего кота

Billion people spend years in fear of wrinkles
And as many have forgotten themselves under cheap alcohol.
And what do they have in common? Yes, there is only one answer
Both those and these are blanks for dystopias
Instead of products, I buy valerian
Just the cat inside me, too, I want to be drunk
Also to the same in & quot; second-hand bookseller & quot; a couple of Kafka books
Not for enlightenment - there is not enough paper in the tray
I recently felt unnecessary
Everest tablets made me leave the coils
I conquered these peaks, & quot; meritorious & quot; achivka
I mark it on the wall with a penknife
I did not bring hot chocolate Layla
I did not finish the bottle & quot; malta & quot; in a deserted cafe
Did not apply cotton wool and burn your friend Candy
And in general never been useful to anyone.
This creature settled in me
With kogtetochka again confusing and so inflamed brain
Alko, Drags, other shit -
As the most universal answer to any question.
I thought, you know, it was easier for Milligan -
After all, he did not feed himself a fluffy ball
The shade, the wine and the aromas of the smoke rings
All this has become a nutritious meal for him.
Lord, how tired is that to God all
Now wash your head with healing dew
Glitch urban suburbs pours salt on the sores
Do not stop this misery by white stripe

.ritality.

The call of the negative closes in this city all the doors to the marble bolt in the form of flimsy
Now water or sand will flow through the fabrics, leaving a rhythmic beat of the pulse in the life of the stock.
But the cunning and tidy cat can not chop the wool ball, no one has helped
He was choking in the rain, choking on himself, having absorbed all your weaknesses, from folding to sweetness.

The actresses are still hatingly dripping into the glasses of sleeping milky juice
The moon threw a cut on the skin with an uneven stripe; a lasso flaunts its neck for a long time
And the creature baleen inside me no longer wants to eat food from sachets
Give him liters of tears and souls fallen to the bottom of dreams with a grain of asceticism

Splinters of those lamps that lit up our threshold, but evil does not tolerate tearsome tears and whiners
Now his fate is sewn with threads, from now on the arrows show the reverse course of events
Pull the lot on a whim to whom today to die in a warm abode, there are not enough spectators
To collect the correct box office and my cat does not have to worry in vain

And I wake up and look again into the eyes of hysteria, she is drunk she does not want to listen to these nonsense
Carry the brandy, all days like a ribbon on a reel for silly flies
He is comfortable on the couch when taken in a cramped room, but in the evening all the same loneliness
Once in an accident it will all end, only the tip from the tail and bright eyes

Please do not be so heartless, it scares the vacuum cleaner and shower
And the street is like hell, he would like to stay with you forever
But only in the kitchen invisible, breaking the silence, water flowed from the tap
All sounds are silenced when the owner is lost to his cat.

And the skull box will become empty forever