очкастый пидор - я режу запястья - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

People need me, and I don't need them. I'm outside the blanket, I'm downloaded again. Study, problems, love, and father tells me - rolled, you are not well done. I am sad at night and bad, I cut the wrist, I do not believe in God, I think that he left us recently, I wanted to kill us at least a little humane. Fucked on rigidity, universal rudeness. And the bone pulling out your own, I stuff. I was overcome by the recurrence of my sadness, the remission of joy came. I disappear foggy in the attacks of my weakness. Cigarettes about the skin and hellish flour, I hope you will not remember me my grandchildren tobacco smoke with me to the house, where all the sadness awaits me, again the scandals with the Father, and no one will come. I dance on your graves, and to Hyam I will kill this fatigue. You burn me slowly, passionately and cute us no longer sang and we were not played ...