Текст песни мнимый парадокс x мыслеасфиксия - рисунки на обоях

You're drawing on the wallpaper, I tore it all
He wrote on the walls of presenting himself as a poet.
Choking, suffocation you saved me
You do things their own way, but I'm me again
While the water and in the morning I wash it
Memories do not burn as dull pepeleyut
Close your eyes, leave forward swallowing the wind
Go to you and do not care about that dream of getting older
Go ahead until the last not snoshu shoes
While jeans are not erased to the holes in the knees
I am writing to sob, I write the emotions in the brain to take off
Fallen verse my janitor only rouse

You're drawing on the wallpaper, I tore it all
You only popolzovavshis me, slowly throwing in the trash
Do not grip of oxygen, choking again
It asfikisiya, I began to forget.
He lost in 4oh walls, its dull Khrushchev
You just said do not lose, blunt stop
Heart failure, there is no pulse at all.
I have my own special otmosfera, no boundaries
Here, life is like a Greek tragedy with no margin for error.
area of ​​freedom, limited by laws
All too much attention is paid to their psychological mind.
And this mind moves you from the womb to the womb, from life to life, a hundred times,
And now he is preparing you a new birth in another country, in another house.
He has already bought you a new crib for the fact that you survived it all over again.
Unhappy goes in a circle. A realized as - is in the fullness of continuity.