Lyrics сенсорныйголод - поворот не туда
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муза рвёт струны арфмы
я прячу испуганный взгляд
свой
нам вряд ли можно обратно
мосты ведь горят
и я поменял лампочки
что же там дальше
больше подачи
педаль до отпора
хоть и так не слабо катим
закапываю прошлое
втыкаю лопаду закрываю багажник
уезжаю с кладбища
фальшивых лицемерных людей
что стояли за дверью чтобы
ворваться ко мне ( к тебе )
_
поворот не туда ( фильм еще такой есть, смотрел? )))
но вы приглашены господа
за стол приятной подачи
это огонь не вода
и я поливаю вас дальше
сжигая дотла
вы останетесь гнить здесь
моё личное кладбище
внутри душевной обители
наконец то расслабитесь
==================
они ищут ответ на вопрос
но вопроса здесь не было
лишь пожар леса
в которой жители красной книги
сколько тут градусов
ниггер
почему мой steak превращается в угли
но ты не теряешь чувство голода
это торжественный пир
где вас жирный бит сожрёт
ты ищешь ответ
но ответа здесь нет
я завожу свой пикап
и закуриваю сигарету
роняя пепел на зарытую землю
ты знаешь кто одел костюм
твоего любимого mc
и сняв маску хоккейную
ты всё равно не разглядел его
( окей гугл, как выглядит, Джейсон Вурхиз, profit! )
the muse breaks the strings of the harp
I hide my scared look
your
we can hardly go back
bridges are burning
and I changed the bulbs
what's next
more feed
pedal until rebound
although we do not roll so weakly
bury the past
stick in the paddle close the trunk
leaving the cemetery
fake hypocritical people
that stood outside the door to
rush to me (to you)
_
the wrong turn (there is still such a film, did you look?)))
but you are invited gentlemen
at the table of pleasant presentation
this fire is not water
and I water you further
burning down
you will stay here to rot
my private cemetery
inside the spiritual abode
finally relax
===================
they are looking for an answer to the question
but there was no question here
only forest fire
in which the inhabitants of the red book
how many degrees are there
nigga
why is my steak turning to coals
but you don't lose your hunger
this is a solemn feast
where the fat bit will eat you
you are looking for an answer
but there is no answer here
i start my pickup
and light a cigarette
dropping ash on the buried ground
do you know who wore the suit
your beloved mc
and taking off the hockey mask
you still didn't see it
(ok Google, what it looks like, Jason Voorhees, profit!)
I hide my scared look
your
we can hardly go back
bridges are burning
and I changed the bulbs
what's next
more feed
pedal until rebound
although we do not roll so weakly
bury the past
stick in the paddle close the trunk
leaving the cemetery
fake hypocritical people
that stood outside the door to
rush to me (to you)
_
the wrong turn (there is still such a film, did you look?)))
but you are invited gentlemen
at the table of pleasant presentation
this fire is not water
and I water you further
burning down
you will stay here to rot
my private cemetery
inside the spiritual abode
finally relax
===================
they are looking for an answer to the question
but there was no question here
only forest fire
in which the inhabitants of the red book
how many degrees are there
nigga
why is my steak turning to coals
but you don't lose your hunger
this is a solemn feast
where the fat bit will eat you
you are looking for an answer
but there is no answer here
i start my pickup
and light a cigarette
dropping ash on the buried ground
do you know who wore the suit
your beloved mc
and taking off the hockey mask
you still didn't see it
(ok Google, what it looks like, Jason Voorhees, profit!)