Текст песни dobbro - tishomertv

I saw all of you hyenas waiting for the death of lions own bodies
sleepy mouths in convulsive waiting for parishes listen to the mechanical work of internal organs as to rustles from an empty room
every time you're lying to yourself that
it's not so easy not to stop and the brave explorer of the dopamine mountains and endorphin rivers, or the last poet of the lazy world in despair tries to grope unknown that between the fibers of morphing surgeons of conscience from soft tissues tear out the bullets of everyday inventions about the fact that something hinders a fairy tale about the white bull no you do not interfere and did not interfere with you just do not want anything your fingers will not pull out the right code rebus of the letters all this laughter of the missing seconds first they barely hear the squeak of a mosquito scratch the silence but gradually the sound grows more filling t the room of your head tears at the part of the scrap of the ears and then it gets louder and now there is no you nothing there is only sound and then it reaches the limit and the sound becomes silence
a constant state in general, all this constantly wise stays in unchanged
I was always sickening I went to the mountains of unsuccessful attempts of self-control I traveled along the rivers of unfilled reports put a tent of a rented apartment by the river waiting for a bear of civil services with longing in the eyes there is no melancholy there is no sadness no fatigue just open your eyes and completely do things inner boy who shouted wolves in kennels of public catering died and I go ahead through reality on my beautiful white coat I lie to everyone that I look at the world on the other side that wrapped up for 6 hours in clothes of insanity
has been in the wrong side of consciousness
smoked a hookah with a caterpillar I do not at all I'm just a photograph where everything is still so sweet where I'm in my father's hands a little frowned and my mother is younger than I now she tells me
 just two tablets open the burners small nuclear boats the inner bald man will say in your voice they are drowned and will laugh
three covers and walk around the inner perimeter of the chamber in the cisco
four floors knock on artillery batteries at night
I'm Achilles heel I'm an anti-tank hedgehog
Needles of syringes I am a dancer on barbed wire of meanings
I am the voice of the god of a worn record
pliers torn reality lazily trying to drain into the bottom of a glass well
your eyes
empty rooms of empty people romanticizing the shooting of your limbs miserable attempts at least somehow to make a boring
feeding illusions themselves in the literal sense of the half-dead from overdoses are not very smart people trying to open their eyes but in the news looking for corpses a resident of the city of a millionaire opened gas in the apartment and fled from the party