Текст песни Н.А. - Сорваться с места

Hands off me, ant tribe
Going to the formation of a new funnel
Patching holes favorite system
Doing something from which there is no sense
Hands off, phone numbers
Lanterns are knocking on the doors of the tocsin
And the wind in his ears shouting: & quot; It is time! & Quot;
Inherit cloak combat snowstorms

Jumped up x2

My defense - gag reflex
I am disgusted by your speeches
They are helpless pity stinks
No matter how trying to turn the words
I'm so tired of you all get sick
You-have in your mouth a word, yes snot more
Do not feed bread, let me find the cause
Nothing to do, complain about everything

Dart off
Inherit the last name of his grave
Dart off
Where there is no time, and the lights illuminate the way
Dart off
And finally wake up in his bed
But I inherit a face mask
hiding from the eyes of the mask of the beast

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