Lyrics абуя ко - cut

lines do not bring this pattern
which conceals the truth
the longest to the Vilnia mountains
lowered curtains of my shop
mia crawling by yards
I have so little publicity
Amen
fasten me with needles
sucking into the skin until meat
before the first blood
flex
or myself if you teach me
wrapped in your fingers will wean you away
parapets fly past monotony
breaking the rhythm and conventionally by ear
barely perceptible to taste the emptiness of the refrigerator
appetizing beer drinking look at the line
that huddled in the corner of the room
inarticulate
consume formaldehyde