Aceton - Chills

I`ve got chills. They`re multiplyin`.
Strange vibrations in my head
And I can feel disintegration
Like flies livin` in my bed
Ow
There were three dots in formation
Eerie sights along the road
And there were signs and indications.
Split in two, then spun around disappeared
Ow
I`ve got chills. They`re multiplyin`.
Strange vibrations in my head
And there were signs and indications,
Like flies livin` in my bed.
Ow