PHARAOH, i61 - Call the Ambulance

[Chorus: i61]
Just a thin thread of light
There is no way to see in the fog, I don't know
And the eyelids can't hold the eyes
My cloudy world has split apart
'Cause my whole heart burn
And in the flame I sanctify the world
I cry over the body
Love can't go back
Love can't go back
Just a thin thread of light
There is no way to see in the fog, I don't know
And the eyelids can't hold the eyes
My cloudy world has split apart
'Cause my whole heart burn
And in the flame I sanctify the world
I cry over the body
Love can't go back
Love can't go back

[Verse 1: i61]
You can tell me from a psycho any way you want
I don't want to tеll you that you're wrong
There is no onе who has his opinion so much
That he has been silent about it all his life without saying a word
Angels don't smoke shit ever
There are a lot of them, but I know for sure, I have two
By overgrown paths people always find rays of light
When there is darkness and stupid moo nearby
Someone puts on the masks
Someone draws a circle from the lights
Everything is so ridiculous when you have no power (No, no!)
Over yourself, and your instinct leads you to the bottom
You play this game every day in vain
One day you will realize that you are already a corpse
And then you'll go kill everyone
But will you kill yourself, my friend?

[Chorus: i61]
Just a thin thread of light
There is no way to see in the fog, I don't know
And the eyelids can't hold the eyes
My cloudy world has split apart
'Cause my whole heart burn
And in the flame I sanctify the world
I cry over the body
Love can't go back
Love can't go back
Just a thin thread of light
There is no way to see in the fog, I don't know
And the eyelids can't hold the eyes
My cloudy world has split apart
'Cause my whole heart burn
And in the flame I sanctify the world
I cry over the body
Love can't go back
Love can't go back

[Verse 2: PHARAOH]
You can't understand, it's just an abscess
Tell me how much shit is in me too
You look me in the eye, there's a window open
What's scratching on the glass, there's an airport in the distance
A couple of rays, the shadows are huge
So cool, the glass
It drips blood on the marble
I've heard about quarrel, I've heard about plans
There's a phone beeping, it's too early to answer
Favela in the Moon of the dark red sea
The Roxette cassette, horror on the gray TV
Shit in a ziplock, there's an ambulance siren
Figures outside the door, steps in the corridor (Trigger)
The trigger is cocked
Can't wait to become a patron in the hand of death
One for myself, as I understand that game over
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