Take my face off [v.1.1.2]

My soul is like a spam
It has no breathing holes
It’s filled so tight with scum
That I prefer to keep it closed

My body is the engine
It has one extra part
It works on gas and steam
Sometimes I hear my beating heart

[Chorus:
And I want to take my face off
Before my eyes start to cry
To take my face off
Before my smile starts to lie
Just take my face off
Not to recriminate
I want to take my face off
And I can barely wait]

Infection’s growing on
Consuming all my brains
It turns my smile to scorn
And makes me hate my ugly face

My being is full of tugs
My limbs can’t hold the tense
I shrug off all the drugs
They’ve melted my defence

[Chorus]

[Bridge:
I lit up a candle
I burnt a butterfly
It was so gentle
In its last goodbye

I dissolve my skin
I boil my blood
It runs down my chin
Becoming a crud]

[Chorus:
My face → This fake]

Апрель-Ноябрь 2007

Коробейники

Эх, полным полна моя коробочка
В ней и экстези и спид.
Вот идет вдали душа-зазнобушка,
Она с экстези торчит.

Я отсыплю дозу ей немалую,
Чтоб колбасилась всю ночь.
Ну а коль придут менты с облавою,
То уж нечем ей помочь.

И опять лишусь я покупателя,
Но мне как-то наплевать,
Главное, чтоб моего работодателя
Не смогли менты поймать.

Парень бережно торгуется:
Всё спустил на наркоту.
Скоро в обувь белую обуется,
Если не забудет про иглу.

Знает только венушка глубокая,
Сколько дряни он вколол,
Не простит его судьбинушка жестокая,
Для него игла - что кол.

Эх, полным полна моя коробочка
В ней и экстези и спид.
Вот идет вдали душа-зазнобушка,
Она с экстези торчит.

Январь 2005

Harmful Suggestions

My father tells me all the time
That I should find myself a job
If you don't work, you'll make a crime
I answer him 'Fuck off, old snob'

My mother tells me all the time
That I should find myself a bride
The choice of course is hers not mine
And I don't think that it's all right

My best friends tell me all the time
That I should find another style
I like the way my garb’s combined
I'll wait with changes for a while

My sister tells me all the time
That I should find her stuff I've lost
When I don't find she starts to cry
And stops her chatting so that I like her most

My brother tells me all the time
That I am out of my own mind
He says my verses and my rhymes
Are all of very stupid kind

Январь 2005

Огонь

Ночь.
Я опять жгу черновики,
И с огнем уходит прочь
Чувство тоски.
Тоска сковала мозг по рукам и ногам,
И только серые гости шуршат по углам.

Огонь так прекрасен,
Огонь так красив.
Он обои красит
В желтый отлив.
Но я здесь один, рядом нет никого,
С кем я мог бы поделиться частью мира моего.

День сменит ночь,
Но я по-прежнему один.
Никто не в силах мне помочь
Увидеть лица вместо спин.
Со мной только мною же созданный огонь
И останки бумаги: пепел и вонь.

В небытие уносятся
Мои черновики,
И сердце просится
Вон из груди.
Мне кажется, я слышу, как бумага кричит,
Но моя жалость, как всегда, безучастно молчит.

В этом маленьком костре
Сгорают идеи,
О том как мне и тебе
Жить, любить или верить.
И пустые листы охвачены пламенем красным,
Я сжигаю всё то, что считаю напрасным.

2004

Голубушка

Что же ты, моя голубушка, напилась?
Где же ты, моя голубушка, так нажралась?
На бровях моя голубушка домой приплелась
Зелена красна девица песней матерной залилась

Говорил же я тебе, голубушка: водка - зло!
Разобьется жизнь твоя, голубушка, как стекло!
А сидела б ты, голубушка, дома, где тепло!
Приносила б деткам маленьким молоко!

Заползай, моя голубушка, раз пришла
Оболью водою тебя холодною из ковша
А одёжу твою грязную я сниму
От грязюки да блевотины ототру

Положу тебя, голубушка, на белу простыню
Да заботой с ласкою, голубушка, окружу
А с утра тебе, голубушка, дам рассол
Чтоб не маялась от похмелюшки ты потом

И скажу тебе, голубушка, все слова
Что держал на языке своем с вечера
Я скажу тебе, голубушка, что люблю
Но запоев твоих, стервушка, не потерплю.

2003

Wrapper

I feel so good in my wrapper
There is warm and soft
I feel so good in my wrapper
There is no dust and noise
I feel so good in my wrapper
There are no razor blades
I feel so good in my wrapper
But it's very hard to breath!!!

No rain drops
And no sun shines
No bad news
And no good things
No cold wind
And no finger prints
No razor blades
But it's very hard to breath!!!

My wrapper is feinting feelings' jail
I can't scratch it with my sharpest nail
That day I was so frightened I put
My soul in wrapper like cold food
I thought it would be fine
But it's very hard to breath!!!

No rain drops
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No bad news
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No cold wind
But it's very hard to breath!!!
No razor blades
But it's very hard to breath!!!

I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!
I feel so good
It's very hard to breath!!!

I feel so good in my wrapper
I feel so good in my wrapper

2003

RUST

(with Mitya-k)

I look at you and see the RUST
It is so pretty, it looks so nice
It would destroy us into DUST
It is not big, but it arises

RUST is growing and it is going
To substitute you and substitute me
It wants only to rescue pressure
To our consonance and reality

(Chorus:
I hope it`s just a spot of dirt
I hope it wouldn`t ever grow
But you`re wearing rusted skirt
It means that I can`t resist more)

RUST is covering our life
It is created for stealing our souls
But my generation must stay alive
To understand and kill it all

Doctors say that it`s incurable
Scientists say that it`s unusual
And I can`t stand stuff putting me
Cuz they are living by illusion

(Chorus)

(Bridge:
I'm too tired of lie too tired of truth
I don't want to die in this confuse
I want to understand what I have become
Where is a real land on which side I should come

Kill me now while I'm still alive
There is no reason to live such life
Hide your body cuz I can`t stand along
And I can`t give a sign cuz RUST destroyed a gong

Blood is dropped from my veins
RUST has destroyed my brains
I am standing on the verge
Life by Death will be smashed)

(Chorus)

2003

Grave

Day for day
One hundred years passed
And the grey
Is a color of this mass

Words to think
I still keep in my head
Left no things
That could make me glad
And no one I have met
Besides some who were dead

Chorus:
My way is passing through the heaven
But first I have to lay in grave and
There I should slowly decay
Yeah, that's shit but only way

Year for year
The whole life has gone
I don't know where
Is my prodigal son

He forgot me
Like my faithless wife
Now I am free
Nothing holds me in this life
And in soil I can dive
To calm down the roaches hive

Chorus

At the dusk
I'm feeling so all in
And my mask
Is cracking cuz it's thin

I have built
The house that has to fell
It's my guilt
I will never get well
I hear thunder bell
Calling me to hell

Chorus:
My way to hell is through the heaven
Paradise gates are locked forever
I have to end my way
To the place where I could stay

2003

Esc|ape to No(w)here

Sun is shining
It`s blinding my eyes
Brain is bawling
And I want to disguise

My world is watering
Cuz she loves me not
Reckonings are falling
My throat is in knot

This is not the world that I want
But it's the only world that I have
And I can`t say to myself "don`t"
So I`m scissoring my nerve
This is not the world that you want
But it`s the only world that we have
They could live here, but I won`t
I`m the one, who their vultures wouldn`t have

Snow is raining
Rivers are burning
My castle is crashing
No strength for enduring

My fault is your pain
Your pain is my blame
We are suffering in vain
It`s a very strange game

This is not the world that I want
But it's the only world that I have
My point of view is as big as my thought
My thought is the largest that I ever had
This is not the world that you want
But it`s the only world that we have
Be careful when you look from the top
The bottom scene is what you deserve

2003

Calories

Снижаешь дозу каждый день,
Надеясь избавиться от заразы.
Но с каждым днем она лишь сильней
Рвет изнутри, вызывая экстазы.

Весы показали, что этого много,
Твой мозг говорит, что этого мало.
Две лишние цифры сведут в могилу,
А жили так, мало дышали так мало.

Всю жизнь на счетчик, до смерти бороться,
А мысли все лезут, как на нож напороться.
Вся жизнь под прицелом стального друга,
Когда его нет, мы не видим друг друга.

Улет, отдаленье, ломка, паденье -
Шикарно-опасное приключенье.
Наш разум плющит, прет и колбасит,
В глазах твоих электричество гасят.

Нервы ни к черту, здоровие в ноль,
Зайди за черту и познаешь боль.
Человительность - кукла в наших руках,
В аду не вспомнят о наших грехах.

2003

Roast Brains

"What a you cooking, mommy?"
"I'm roasting your brains"

Our brains are being roasted
But we don't know what to do
Old deceivers tell us that we need it
But I don't belive them, do you?
They are trying to fill us
With they decayed ideas and ideals

"Don't forget to salt it!"

We don't ask you to change yourself
But just stop roasting our brains
We are trying to save ourselves
But you only warm your pans

"The dinner is ready!"

Look what they've done with you
You are roasted, toasted, olded
You have no way to progress
But if you have a peace of brain
That isn't cooked well
You could feel your own pain

"Ketchup or mustard?"

We don't ask you to change yourself
But just stop roasting our brains
We are trying to save ourselves
But you only warm your pans

"You are the best cooker in the whole world, mommy!"

Зима 2003