Текст песни второй фронт - Растояние На Коже

Am G C E
Distances on the skin ....
Am G C E
The sun of the sky, but no more ...
In the hundredth image, the beast faces ...
I hope I still dream ...
I hope, yes, and to sense?
A maiden in white, with a wolf mug ...
Preaches humanity ..
Turning the stench into a nebula, the stench into a nebula ..

Everything is meaningless, in vain ...
Creek children, paint over ...
Paradise of dreams and ideals ...
Turn into the pride of landfills ..
Well, people, yes humans ..
Masturbating in the clasp ...
And the seed flowed calmly ...
Waiting for the preproduction generation, replenishment ...

They crave the night, they don’t want to live ..
Lanterns, cheeky wet ...
And in the ferment of this laziness ...
Thousands of aspirations perish.
What's next ...? Yes, I do not know ...
Mask slowly take off ...
And facial muscles, rubbing ..
I still dream ...
Dream the fallen city in the faces.
Two seconds, before the blast in nice.
Only I do not look back ...
I would wake up in time. I wake up !!!!