I'd rather die now and here
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Without falling into the network of useless actions
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Than on a stream of empty protests
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I'll get into an apathy trust, having screwed everything up
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Like an incredible grandmaster
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(You) Better than anyone, but worse than everyone
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(You are) Son of degenerative consequences
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(I) Can't stand them, but
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Everything will work out in veins and loops
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Creeps slowly time
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I know that not everyone would become
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Yes, but I'd rather go out bright myself
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Not everyone will find answers
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Where I was already looking for them
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Everyone loves to give advice
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But right, only you
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Nothing has been decided yet
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I need no threads and numbers
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Nothing has been decided yet
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You will see
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We are sprinkled with salt
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(We are salted with mistakes, but you need to know)
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It will never be too late to become
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(Running away from yourself, you can't handle this pain
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It will never be too late to become)
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by myself
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Polite overdose. |
shit
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All adjustments work as one
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Fly out of the window, understand the goal,
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But do not understand why she
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We need to go home all at once
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And breathe and beat in ecstasy
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As if the goal is euthanasia
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To end here and now
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Creeps slowly time
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I know that not everyone would become
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Yes, but I'd rather go out bright myself
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Not everyone will find answers
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Where I was already looking for them
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Everyone loves to give advice
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But right, only you
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Nothing has been decided yet
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I need no threads and numbers
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Nothing has been decided yet
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You will see
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We are sprinkled with salt
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(We are salted with mistakes, but you need to know)
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It will never be too late to become
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(Running away from yourself, you can't handle this pain
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It will never be too late to become)
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by myself
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take me back to me
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take me back to me
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(I have a broken soul, but it's not myself)
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Words make sense when you feel bad
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There is nothing sacred in me
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I am a storehouse of hatred and vices
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I am free, but the price of freedom
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Was unbearably cruel
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We are not the same anymore, and thank God
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So the conclusions were made
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I will remember them by their burns |