Текст песни и быть может - единственный повод выйти из дома

I inhale the smell of burned bridges
second ten time change variables
the change of people and cities
I create hundreds of different universes
and sharply I do not believe that everything is true
I feel it is, or I just have to feel it?
or am I just wrote about the play itself
consisting of a million words if?
The snow and bad weather. And indifference.
The hopelessness of the chest dug.
I would like to happiness. As without happiness?
It must be because of happiness once.
but when you scatter the hundreds of worlds
try to distinguish real joy joy of dreams
falling asleep every time you die,
and every morning comes alive again
pouring out of a sieve
his idiotic nedolyubov
where is your I
spotless serials clichés
where your life
papier mache viscous mass
Jam in the silence to be forever on guard
I can cut installation
and therefore do not care about the crowd in a burqa Ms.
or in black masks with people like racks
knife revealing the belly of friends of friends
I recover virtual reality glasses
this absurd comedy loses relevance
understand that it is impossible to influence enough rationality
but silently watch lacks loyalty
victims of post-industrial
landing of angels in the electric chair
we wonder their functionality
The world is sick, full of slaughter
it seems not completed
in vain did not listen Aleister Crowley
Gazprom children, Sodom and Gomorrah
We do not treat the disease, we treat the symptoms,
as if they mean a lot.
the only reason to leave the house -
empty cigarette packs.