Тбили Тёплый - Кома - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I am a microworious of suicides for 360 days of doubly down an endless shot of ambitions a packs, written out on the nerves of loved ones, I have thousands of violated promises, I am thousands of fucked non -verbal touches in the sky I am an hour and a half of the parish on your centuries, I have never been to them non -verbal bluff in the eyes of passers -by, I am the reason that the disassembled designer of your stereotypes is sewn under the skin is the same type that will remain in the credits of your coma, I am thousands of your invented, false acquaintances I am the fate of the psycho among the pseudo -agents will stay with you hostages of sound frequencies You may not see me, but you must hate me your idol will be a fake fagot again, but you must hate my faceless viewer, you must hate me in this bottomless monastery, you must hate me