Peephole - Пулями - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Bullets flying from within, flying from within, a blow, and now we're covered in blood.

I'll crash and be back in the field.

I wouldn't be confused if I'd knocked out my tolerance and drank so much pain that it's stronger than all my willpower, only screams, only screams.

I've never been right and I've never been good.

I haven't tried, but I'm so happy and I don't give a damn that I'm weak.

Bullets flying from within, flying from within, a blow, and now we're covered in blood.

I could give myself everything that I give myself, everything that I give, the air up above, we're in heaven.

Bullets flying from within, flying from within, a blow, and now we're covered in blood.

I could give myself everything that I give myself, everything that I give, the air up above, we're in heaven.

Bulimia's bullets thunder like napalm.

Bitch, I'm even glad to see you. I'm glad. I'm glad.

And I simply wasn't built, but I flew out, oh my God.

How could I care less about the whole burn?

But wait, you're better than magnesium.

And escaping into the sea buckthorn, I was worse. Mania

Zero emotion, magic, magic, magic

I would drink a lot if I weren't afraid of lies

Lies that snow was falling

A pile inside me, like death, and a feeling like running

I was falling with her, I was falling with her to my death

Bullets flying from within, flying from within, a blow, and now we're covered in blood

I could give myself everything that I give myself, everything that I give, the air up above, we're in heaven

Bullets flying from within, flying from within, a blow, and now we're covered in blood

I could give myself everything that I give myself, everything that I give, the air up above, we're in heaven