DEADKID - Мудак в зеркале - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I do not believe in God, but I pray not to slide down. In the soul is a romantic, in reality a sadist. In the circle of friends are always lonely, I love people, but fuck them in my mouth. I communicate with the devil, but I sleep without turning off the light, I value what I do not have. I am building plans for tomorrow, but I want to die today, I am good only when others are bad. And so again in this room is mentally broken, my rap shit, but you will overshadow it from the floor. The word fragment will reveal the throat of a corrupt person, the moans around, as if the sign became special. I am constrained by my body, but in a dream I am running out of the house again. Fuck good luck, and the next morning to be in a quarrel. My character is a gloomy image for your girlfriend, he will sing my solo to me - the cradle of Judah. My time is money that I spend on cheap bitches, and therefore poor as a boxer, without both hands. My neighbors say \ "it's time to treat a friend \", I fuck their daughter and stick on YouTube! And I do not wait for someone to set life on top here, because in the reflection of an asshole who hates the world. I feel sick that holy for other people, my angel sniffed the way to fly away. People say, it's time to grow up and become easier, I answer: \ "Rap my way here to kill myself \" and again fly off the body at night. I catch myself thinking \ "Muse for me is deadly \". Just as to be themselves, when there are only talents around that they give ace trump card without playing cards at all, your fans listen to me, opening the veins, the bastard in the mirror said the time to burn the terminals. I pulled out the thorns and then closed the way back, where I was looking for myself not with those and not in those places. Where every day, like Monday, stupidly on the bottom, now I am able to take fate and rudely string. The rappers go into the sects of the clans and the castes hide the truth under the mask in vain, everyone is preparing a hit, but the listener sold there, all my tracks are like the precursors of the collapse, know. And change yourself to the thoughts of four walls, and to become like me, you need at least a member! Forever tired of problems and lost their choice, but I broke this game by cutting her clitoris.