Текст песни Medula Oblongata - Pinata

Glass. All colors of the spectrum.
Sperm. The flowers dry in a vase.
Through the fingers. The night is staring.
A look of the moon. To euthanasia.

In every breath, sand ...
In each exhalation soot ...

And the air itself is saturated with despair.
Dust in the panic hardly swayed.
Derevenayut, embarrassed by terror,
The floor is parquet muscles.

If I disappear ...
No one will notice the loss ...

The chair nauseates under the weight
The cooling shell ...
Handle in crooked fingers
Will not write a single line more ...