Lyrics сокращенные штаты АМЕРИКИ - Участок

counting eyelashes knives wanting to survive
from the food chain a mile of silence from above
not the fact that you breathe in this silence
but I gnaw out a niche for him
a new body that can do it
soak up our dust being post-dust
bathe in blood keeping our
smack
and give yourself a drink to the new earth
wires red wrapped wrapped up again
turn inside out soon detonate
in the close camouflage of elections
protest this is the end and I will imitate it
look at the clock this is my name
look at the pupils and wash yourself in ink
people go at random i will follow them
seeing you among them I will blink that there is strength

I do not want to go back
not longing to be a burden again
but i still believe with my eyes closed
I photograph a section of time

inside the skull, your path has become clear
the light under the eyelids got wet leaked
find shelter there by becoming a filling
three days and three nights for a shot
outside the box desert
but the memory of the stinging vaccine were
again with brackets thin eyebrows froze
obliging not to notice the voice to ignore
he puzzled a lot of calls
horizon hair needs to be straightened
and lie down on him expecting a lunge
into the statistics cavity with new numbers
the world counting machine
how much is left before our exhalation
he is a grainy mind blowing out
into the remembering eye with a dotted line of postscripts

I will keep it to myself
I will keep it to myself