Ну... И сижу на работе.... Работаю.... Захотелось послушать музыки....
Ну включил... А я ее слушаю громко... Так что ушам щекотно из нутри... Sytem Of a Down... Завучал в ушах громко...

Как Всегда здуло все мысли... куда то.... далеко......
я всегда так отдыхаю..... Дисторшн в ушы... и... Вперед....!!!!

Ну а на этот вызвало обратный эфект наружу вышли некторые боли.... Сейчас впихну обратно.... Привык мозг к музыке....

Toxicity..... Блин на фиг.... это чтото....

Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts.