Pih - Zgniłych sumień cmentarz

The first stone, pulls together an avalanche,
At this time of ordinary people sleep for another hour,
She takes a shower, a jet of hot water,
The pharmacy in your hand, a handful of home pregnancy tests.
Police knocking on the door,
In the middle of the night someone pulls take Hits from the dripping drops.
Leaving the head, body, drenched in sweat,
What a bastard shakes the kaleidoscope?
Stormy clouds, which has no end,
Squeeze from the streets last ray of sunshine.
Ugliness in the eyes of the corpse, it suppresses lucky
It orbits the windows, in a bombed city.
Burst dam disasters, all drowned,
Asleep forever cursed covered with water,
Hands are shaking now do not see the world sharply
You do not need to read newspapers, you know what your horoscope.

Ref: All rotten conscience graveyard, the dark side of human heart, not many keeping pace, I'm with you outstretched hand. x2

Motives are clear, the intentions are not pure,
Always on the side of his which is a lonely place.
Not once in use, the handset freezes,
Intravenous fatalism, in the largest doses
Good evening, Polish, gives back to the country,
Who can not cope with a wave of suicides
I hear - God so willed, rarely, thank God,
It is unsinkable in the case of alcohol.
Empty room, listening to my voice,
Your fate becomes a part of my fate,
Here where I clean as a whistle, as the heart of Christ,
Always goes from the black scenario.
Do you want to cut, you go crazy,
Do not promise a lot after the end of the world,
Although it is still night, the top head,
I know the bitter truth is not diluted with sweet words.

Ref: All rotten conscience graveyard, the dark side of human heart, not many keeping pace, I'm with you outstretched hand. x2

You can still be nobody, for the whole world,
Remember those few who are all over the world.
The lips of people arranged in a curve lies
It's true, but never say - fuck life worth living.
A few tears poorer counting on a miracle
With a sterile screen waiting for us dirt.
The facts as I know, the kid manhole,
Bad things happen to good people,
Requires victims, life in the trenches,
One is known above all honor,
Themselves overcome by a knockout
I leave scorched earth.
Doubts hang on the highest shelf,
It wypatroszy you, like poking straw effigy,
The strength is in you a man, arms repetuj,
Forever and ever, forever and ever.

Ref: All rotten conscience graveyard, the dark side of human heart, not many keeping pace, I'm with you outstretched hand. x2