Текст песни Дурной Прикид - Шкаф

The long dark corridor, at the end of it
Wardrobe, there a ton of pages and millions of lines
It is made of mahogany wood by craftsmen
In an abandoned house magician, recently
I found it there are a lot INFO
sitting on the floor creaking, I could not read
Under the light of a candle in front of nerazborchevy handwriting floats
As the ship on the waves coming, but I left the board
Doc listened to me attentively
But in his eyes, I saw the opinion of himself - an idiot
The four mills gray Chamber
In a straitjacket, I'm tied to the bed
Subconscious say - enough!
By the way, we are tired of taking pills
At private entrepreneurs - his mother!
10 pieces you are ready to push them
Stream of thoughts rod shiver cold sweat
It numbs the body, death
This is what you wanted? - Think later
I'll be there like a fish, just give a deep breath of air
It's just not right?
When the shot gun breaks performances
And for crying bride kulissami Tully
I consider in detail the masterpieces by Salvador Dali