Robe
Your old robe consists of holes
The place of emptiness is taken by your shoe
Razorcomb the back of your head
Сome on, make yourself by yourself
You’re not Samson to mourn for the hair
To find the essence – this is not just lucky case
The path to the sanctuary is close, mate, don’t listen to anyone
Only the righteous will be taught to kick away the clouds with their hands
Only for Him and Mom you are the best in the world
What are you willing to pay for connecting to the network?
No matter how you twist, Rubicon must be crossed
Here you are either in the collective, or a dead heretic
Our holy locomotive will leave everyone behind
There are no chains on the neck, but there are fingers on the hands
Put them correctly and see you soon in the clouds
Sharpen your knives and heed in different languages
The truth about the enemies, because their fingers are on the triggers
New dope robe consists of tags now
Toes of your shoes are spotless
The back of your head is now filled with a feeling of being right
Without beliefs you are a fish out of water
Subdue your pagan carcass
Wash in shower what poisons your soul
Need to make better those who dwell outside
Put on fire and cold those who violate the rules
System is invincible, because you are a knot in the network
Brave tithe collector, better not to play with you
Your fears are behind, their oblivion is ahead
Just master will make everyone rich soon
There is no faith left, but there are lines on the sheets
Mountains of promises, kinks in the field
What was read in the eyes turned out to be on the lips
Who ran the wires now hangs on the wires
Robe no longer hides your curves
Walking barefoot in the footsteps of your mistakes
Back of your head have been furrowed by a stream of gray wrinkles
From the pinnacle of the spirit along the roads of infirmities hollows
Сut turns where garages of thoughts are
From stained glass to floors through mirages of the world
Don’t hold grudges in yourself, who cares about footages
You’re free only when there’s nothing else to treasure
So you suffered a disconnect from the network
Angel in creation, only you and conscience locked up
Constantly short-circuiting this aperitif life
So you will perish in the captivity of webs of doubt
Young citizen, tell how to live the life
Tell how not to betray, why one can’t love
Where to find strength to accept what cannot be changed
Why do you choose what should kill you
Skomorohi, 21.11.2022
Music: Snook Took
Mixing: YUNG YEGA MUSIC
Video: AVERock3D