[Verse 1]
Fix her blanket discreetly, betraying yourself to anathema for it
She came out of foam, leaving her skinny shoulder print on the tile
And it’s over for you, “Now you’ve done it, you old fool” – that’s the whole epitaph
The dark has fallen on the city – punks go to sleep, mafia wakes up
There, below us, a busy anthill opens it’s maw like a Rottweiler
And it’s teaching us how to survive, at the same time
As those above us are learning equations
And while the city is divided vеrtically, she’s automatically grabbing
Not even awakе yet, my cock, and I smile at her and realize that I’m fatally lost
But it's better to tell this gradually, it all started with that one call on Monday
[Skit: Zhenya Murodshoeva as Kira]
Hi, Mark, it's Kira. Mark, have you written anything at all? Your script is due in a month. Also, there's a twisted fan that's been calling me with his accusations. I don't even know how he found my phone number, but it seems like he'd be able to reach you too