I am made of pain
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A web of emotions, faceless threads and nerve cells
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Tight as a bowstring and always ready
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I am made of pain
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I multiply by zero and
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My worst enemy in the mirror
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I, eating myself from the inside, committed kimotori
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But I don't remember where I am, who I am
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Every new day on the battlefield:
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I pour alcohol again
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These abrasions
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In order not to hear how they all whine past the notes
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I'll throw these pills into cola again
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And antidepressants, painkillers -
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- champion's breakfast
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Every minute the cap is filled
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Only so that I forget forever where I am, who I am and I don’t remember
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I leave this pool again, called my father's house and
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As long as I can remember, I'm nobody there
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Loops and icons of Baphomet, all on the shelves
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They are like beacons in the catacombs
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Hopes only fall from the windows
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And the lines get tangled
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But they can't kill what's already dead
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I am made of pain
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All songs are not music
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These are conversations in the kitchen, where hundreds of stories
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I am so open to you.
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Collective image?
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What are you talking about? |
I am so open to you
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That every song is a katana
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And I, eating myself, committed kimotori
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But I don't remember where I am who I am
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Icons or codes won't save
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Forever lonely
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Closed to the heck
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Don't reach for me, the hinges won't hold both
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And if life is a story
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Then I write it flooded as much as possible in my stories
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And these crowds of photos are the focus
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I don't need any of them, just leave me my swill
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Every new day in godspeed mode
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It's been like this for a year now
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All songs are like Rubicon to Hell
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And I dive headlong into this crowd - stage diving, soldout
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Teach how to live, and better, how to leave quickly and with dignity
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Mystery and only
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I'll do it, bet?
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But I can't kill what has already died |