The wheel of Hell is spinning, cogs rolling each other
The joints of mechanical mind are creaking decadently
Brain is navigating the headless body to endless problems
Marks have come to stay, trunk turning blue form pest
The party was wet and the backwash was insane
Like from the Sun to the bottom of a bottle, the machine never dies
Reply to my slur or the revolver will sing soon
Ride, ride this goddamn bike
Until sparks are slinging from you
And all that was ever born will disappear
Thrown to a hole, hidden and covered.
Somewhere, the night is forever
the tears can be hidden
wrapping face in the silk of a dark sin
Drowning to beauty, fading to eternity
Charcoal groups in sactirsties creeking to my mind to remind.
Escaped the bad from its roots, trying to rise higher.
Doesn't notice, the world rices with it, far away is the wanted,
The entire system is gone
When the carnival is on and the Cossaks are boiling booze,
you can ride around the blocks with a Moscov-Saint Petersburg taxi.