калькулятор - наш дом, наша могила (анти-хикковая песня) | Текст песни

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skeletons or bones
I count the dead with my fingers
and hearing about
all the pills
in our bodies we are lesser than

we've been stuck in a coma for the past 18 years
and I wanna stand grounded in the soil

I'm scared to death of whats to become of this hopefull mess

when you lie
in your home
I hope its comfortable
when you lie
in your grave
I hope its comfortable

(we fall from the sky, to the ocean, in the fire, and we lie in the ground)
truth be told, I'm a fucking liar and I can't stand next to these graveyards


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