PSR x Opał x Pezet - Bez i sen

Take me to sleep like Zolpidem and heavy California.
I tried, without success.
Forever to have you like a fringe shiver in my hands.
You smell like lilac and dangerous.

I think it excites me a little and raises my heart rate.
I've distorted my beliefs so many times, besides.
In the morning, techno was playing, and in the evening, death to.
In the evening, you covered most of your body, in the morning, a minority.

To create, I have to destroy.
One day I'll die because of this.
The therapist called it self-aggression.
I'm doing things again, I feel the stickiness of silence again.
Now even when it's hard, well, it's only slightly.

During the day, trip hop was playing, and in the evening, cold wave, hey.
I want to lend you everything, and then anything, hey.
Take me to sleep like Zolpidem and heavy California.
I tried, without success.

Forever to have you like a fringe shiver in my hands.
You smell like lilac and Dangerous
You smell like

Rains on concrete, which Zablek rapped about
Early afternoon, but very late summer
Good art is different for everyone
Our bodies, when they mix with the scent
You smell like lilac and dangerous

You smell like lilac, but I prefer safety to tears
Supposedly, the sex was good, but we're always stressed, you know? But it's forever inside us, like an implant.
The surgeon implanted a chip that attracts and repels us simultaneously.

It brings us closer and further away like a camera.
And it was like a magnet that suddenly...
Brings our bodies together, just like you wanted.
Euphoria flooded us like a wave, so if you wanted it, take it.

You smell like lilac again, but it will hurt.
Then like a tattoo for us.
And it works like a drug.
Then everything goes black, and for a moment my life.
You lit up like a flare.

Take me to sleep like Zolpidem and heavy California.
I tried without, to no avail.
Forever to have you like the shivers of a fringe on my hands.
You smell like lilac and dangerous.
You smell like...

The rains on concrete that Zablek rapped about.
Early afternoon, but very late summer.
Good art is different for everyone.
Our bodies, when they mix with the scent.

You smell... You smell like, you ...