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Everything is wrong
All the plans went down to nothing
This ache is getting strong
It covers me, looks like I am stuck to
The same aggravated regrettable feeling again
Avoided from the start
Come next to me, we’ll watch our dreams just fell apart
Remember days when care was all we need?
And thoughts of happiness were safely guaranteed…
So what we’re having now?
Stupid endless conversations
We let each other down
Bringing out our second nature
Like at the talk show where retards are coming to shine
Except there’s no applause
Each passing day we look for different cause
Our aspirations are selling out for free
Who would’ve thought we’ll come to lonesome misery
Was it even worth sleepless nights and cellphone minutes
Or maybe I’m a fool who’s wasted all his time
Don’t have that much to say ‘bout your existing options
I turn my face away and leave all this behind
Leave all this behind!
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No regrets and no more failures
No more wasting of my time
Sick and tired of your ambitions
Groundless self-appreciation
All you do is watching TV
Slowly going down the line
You’re so gross and mediocre
Like a lady playing soccer
You’re not concerned with anything
Besides having cash to satisfy you needs
But I’m sure the day will come
When drought will fall and spring will dry
Can’t you see yourself down on your knees?
The image of a hypocrite and liar
Suits you good enough
You’re spending all your parents money
Piercing butt cause you think it’s funny
You’re so tough
You’re so gross and mediocre
Like a lady playing soccer
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0.7831505
00:48
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Smells like chicken
Looks like chicken
Feels like chicken
But if Chuck said it’s beef
Than it’s fucking beef
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Modern shit-talking
01:53
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Hello, my convenient state of abundance
I have everything I desire and need:
Hundred excuses of being incapable
A million of chances to use and succeed
Wasting away
Day after day
So many nights I spent at enjoying
Fantasies filled with incredible things
But time passes by and tables don’t turning
And my discontent is a permanent shit
Falling apart
Right from the start
Is there a chance
Of my existence in redress?
Or maybe I
Exaggerating every time?
I took a walk the other day under the sky burst out with rain
With favorite record on repeat and woolen socks to warm my feet
I watched the birds, I watched the trees, I watched the crowded city streets
Until I finally got what piece of crap this song just really is
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R’ssian
01:46
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Government insists that ignorance is bliss
And proves it with a rambling speech
The sequence’s all the same:
To find someone to blame and give the masses chance to bitch
Well there’s no need to ask about building really solid middle-class
The status – steady in decline
Intellectually bound
We import anything (that we’re) so dumb to hit upon
Losers in this shameless race
For technologies of theirs
(we’re) stealing ideas one by one
Wake up, we are living in permanent transition to nothing
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Chekhov Said
01:07
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You talk about self-destruction
Kick me for killing time
You point me some common symptoms
Like drinking or getting high
I’m not innocent and you know it
Remember what Chekhov said?
But the persistence of your accusations
Telling me you’re not Ok
I guess you’re not ok
It’s truth – you’re not ok
Go kill demons in Warcraft instead of boring me
Please focus your attention
This world’s not nearly great
Sometimes it seems like people
Were created to degrade
I can tell the right from wrong
I’m not stupid or naive
So don’t make a mountain out of molehill
It’s my prerogative
When I got the music, I got a couple of beers
And a place to go, at least I’m hoping so
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7. |
My bruxism
02:00
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Looking for some refuge in this violent flow of days
Cruelty and nonsense – that’s the face of human race
Daily discontent, anxiety and fear
Constant feeling that the end is near
So I’m searching for a place
Where the wisdom resonates
Where every stranger is a friend
Stretching out a helping hand to me
Streets are full of zombies with the dark and cloudy eyes
Guarding sacred pride of theirs for being civilized
I see them everywhere, and I’m not even scared
Maybe that’s because I’m one of them?
Well the time is flying by
It’s all the same I’m hiding out
Looking for some kind of way,
Keeping hope to runaway from here
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Buerak
02:38
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Sitting at the corner looking at these empty streets
Finishing our bottles but no one is beating a retreat
The moon is guarding us again with dull and pallid light
Summer’s coming to its end but I feel so great inside
Heavy thoughts and suffering walked the other way
There’s nothing left to bring me down in the world (air) today
It’s time to live in present tense, time to memorize
This tired heart deserves a rest, now I know: it’s great to be alive
Even though it’s time to sleep and clock has just passed four
My level of perception is much higher than before
Our senses are in full production we can all agree
This moment’s more important than the songs we’d like to hear
Right before strategic stocks will become endangered
It’s time to go to liquor store while giving hugs to strangers
Cool wind’s blowing through my skin, it clears my thoughts
Let’s go take a piss and see the dawn
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9. |
Anger management
00:46
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Social media explodes (with)
Assholes cracking trendy jokes
Nothing’s pleasing to my eye
That’s just the way it goes
Gotta get a mindset
Of a captain obviousness
Cause question marks are threatened species
Can’t be seen in trends
Same agenda every day
Overrated dumb cliches
Narrow-minded bullshit
All across the Internet
It’s hard to be reflexive
With the mores of modern world
My journal hasn’t been updated
For so fucking long
Social media explodes (with)
Assholes cracking trendy jokes
Narrow-minded bullshit
All across the Internet
There are times when you think
That this world is fucked
Throw away all the doubts
Cause it’s really fucked
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10. |
No gods, no mustards
01:48
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In the heat of summer night
After drinking pretty tight
The cops tried to accuse you but you put them in their place
By climbing up the drain-pipe to the rooftops in the haze
Underneath the night sky you ran away through town
With no chance to be found
People tend to say that you’re actually old
But your age is the biggest secret for each girl you’re about to know
In spite of everything at heart you’re seventeen
Striving for a love romantically
Your namesake from the Kremlin, I’m sure he doesn’t know
That you took a dump on the street and wiped your ass with snow
And every time you’re diving in the water to refresh
Your hairstyle always stays the same
In a silence or a noise
I love to hear your voice
The words will softly fall
Like a honey to my soul
At the beach or in the park
I love to see you drunk
This staggering just makes me roar
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11. |
30 cats revolution
02:04
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Woke up, put on my t-shirt
And laid my way straight to the shower
Opened, my eyes are opened
It doesn’t help me, I can’t see nothing
Moving slowly to the door
And trying to ignore the moans of my brain
Mirror shows me swollen face
The smile is on its place, but I hate this nauseous taste
Patience, I need some patience
Before I’ll find out
Course of events
And all the people that were involved in
Damn, this headache is insane
I wish that I could stay sober till I die
Well, I’m crawling back to bed
I’ll lay there motionless and pray for feeling fine
Here in my lair
No one can disturb my noble sleep
Don’t phone me please
I’m seeing Gran Canaria in my dreams
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12. |
Cat-o-strophe
01:41
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Nobody likes me leaving snots on a wall
Everybody loves cute kittens and puppies
Nobody would care if they shit or throw up
But every time I try to pick at my nose
The people around me are raising alarm
In my perfect world I would spend all my time
With the greenest of snots and the whitest of walls
Where nobody’s crying and laughing about me
Oh my perfect world, you’re so perfect and cool/gold
Go the fuck away from me, it’s my life, my choice, my nose
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