Текст песни Volk Blood - Отцы и дети

Smile carved on his face father
Holding on to the cheeks in field nesus jogging
Potassium permanganate is not dripping from the jaws to the ground
Dehydrated fell into the mud cheeks numb

Nothing to lose and so life was not for raspberries
From morning till night I was locked
Sometimes angry recklessly hilarious at the same time
From despair would have died but not put in the coffin

Father constantly drunk and beat his mother
I broke a limb I heal itself
Rose wickedness boy was ignorance and ham
Holes in the walls of the rat there, damp mold beauty

I ran out of the house anatomical museum
I dream again as digging pits for friends
A Nightmare on Elm Street Part I cried as a small
At the seams differ scars and I smeared clown

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Methadone was milled into powder method it was
In this sense, I am so angry at everything.
Crippled dad child, blood soaked shoulders
While treating physician sharpen yourself a sword of Damocles

I they do not catch the elusive Avenger
Self-acting force found
Kidnapped parent we predator prey
For detectives massage torture on the rack

Spoiled childhood game by guillotine
Deep cuts, the pain is unbearable
Roll the dice in a cage Like all superfluous children
He lived in the lot, lousy me, I pray shёki awl

Leaving the black mark on my mind
I started listening to a phobia, in my head
Father extinguished kerosene kloun- I volunteer
He was a crow pecks eyes and nose, and he does not lead

No way back will not be back
Anger burned to the ground good
Laughter reminds me of scars
Death and I have the support of chaos