Текст песни .crrust - Pain Is a Mere Sensation
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Let the others do same things with you
We'll see who's failing
And who's doing fine
You like competitions
I know it cause your
Shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names
I'll run away
I'll mix in with the foreigners
I'll come back when the horizon clears up
I'm a drag addict
I won't be able to fear your fears
You'll probably stop when blood Interferes
With blue threads from the liver
With hands washed in quicksilver
The color
The one that sets the rules
Sets the rules on fire
I see it in your eyes
I don't think I'll fit into your dream
Of perfect order and everything still
I won't fit in I'll bring my chaos along
Taking you further
Teaching you havoc
Taunting the birds
To bring you the message
Life's too exhausting and
That makes you untouchable
Death's so insignificant
And that makes me too play the game
Blood's so wasteful and
Flesh is too repulsive so
So what else is there to enjoy
But getting rid of it all
There's no space for compassion
At least the bones still hold
They don't have to avoid
Meeting eyes
Keeping track of the light years
Aren't we just wasting time
Is there really something to bow down to
You being untouchable
Means I'm unforgivable
It's all to forget about
Still you do play the game
I see it in your eyes your eyes
They're dying slow deaths
See for yourself
I'm on your side
Seal yourself off
I will not die
Nobody gets lower
Nobody shuts up
Strangely though someone's for hire
When others are left to get by
Spread wireless the virus
Leaves a blank space the shape of a split mirror
Behind
To polish
My sick soul
Then demolish it all
Nobody wants to take control
Everyone wants to be free
From fever that comes from knowledge
And photographed by the above
Can I get the picture signed
One more time
And get back what's mine
I've left my parts here long ago
Didn't think of coming back
But it seems that
I fell right in again
I'm stuck in here for long
For as long as it takes
The war to be forgotten about
The rumors have it
That new clouds are now carved
You've come home only
To find that your boundaries
Have eaten your soul
You now stand for all the hate you love
And everything you're bargained for
Irresistible to some
Annoying to others
Driven by the winds
Caught inside the fins
Relying on weather
To smooth out the leather
On you
Only to soak and freeze the triggered hands like frozen brush ends dipped in red paint dripping down as they thaw forming figures out of splashes turning back to shatters of dried blood
Irresistible to some
Annoying to others
Driven by the winds
Caught inside the fins
Relying on weather
To rip out your studs
Then sun will lick the foreign waters off the mud and
Cut through all the layers of their tender faces
So I'll dust off the only line the bending's left to start with as I continue to erode my sense with silence
Each second here is worth a million later I took a dive and sank into the ground
The figures rising they seem too harmless
They seam too instant they sound too faithful
I've cracked them open but they're empty inside
They sound like vultures approaching their dead
They fear and worship the early meanings of older sayings and shout them out loud
Deep in the lost and found with bad intentions
Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions
It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause
We only hope it won't lead to collisions with outcome much worse than we can comprehend
Conversation is expensive
What's in a simple talk that is making it so cheap
What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades
Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive
Not really entertaining
This sky is the roof of our shed decored with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars, the roof of our portable home
It's not the best there is but it's the best there used to be
The waters are still for now but this does not change anything
A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings
I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other is for
In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished
A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot, a seagull's shredded by the turbine, a dove pecked to death by the crows
Those shadows from the image tube
Are rippled by the heated air
The images are dark and foul
But there's still no one with a better taste
Cause I adore the sun
And yet I see more clouds
I don't need to sense the presence of muted dialogues in wintercolor while the coldest waters save us days to come back and live state all your executives and all that's left there I hear them calling
I'll be there soon
I'll move by rolling over
The sounds they're faking
You hear them too, ones that built those firing tubes with
Too much on their minds to fall asleep asleep at the wheel
With each second closer to the core
What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades
Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive
Not really entertaining
This sky is the roof of our shed decorated with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars
The roof of our portable home
It's not the best there is but it's the best there used to be
The waters are still for now but this does not change anything
A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings
I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other one is for
In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished
A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot
A dove pecked to death by the crows
A seagull's shredded by the turbine
A bird of paradise has had a heartstroke Воды все еще остаются на данный момент, но это ничего не меняет
Шторм начинается с взмахивания бабочек
Я в долгу перед двумя извиняющими
В этой атмосфере наши птицы никогда не будут летать, наши птицы закончены
Птица джоув охотится на выстрел, измельченная чайкой турбиной, голубь ошеломил вороны
Эти тени из трубки изображения
Разорваны нагретым воздухом
Изображения темные и грязные
Но нет никого с лучшим вкусом
Потому что я обожаю солнце
И все же я вижу больше облаков
Мне не нужно чувствовать наличие приглушенных диалогов в Wintercolor, в то время как самые холодные воды спасают нас дни, чтобы вернуться и жить все ваши руководители, и все, что осталось там, я слышу, как они звонят
Я скоро буду там
Я перееду, перевернувшись
Звуки, которые они притворяются
Вы тоже их слышите, те, которые построили эти стрельбы с
Слишком много, чтобы заснуть за рулем
С каждой секундой ближе к сердечнику
Все вращается на основе соперников -товарищей
Не очень инновационный, не слишком убедительный
Не очень интересно
Это небо - крыша нашего сарая, украшенная парами и украшенными движущимися звездами
Крыша нашего портативного дома
Это не самое лучшее, что это было лучшее
Воды все еще остаются на данный момент, но это ничего не меняет
Шторм начинается с взмахивания бабочек
Я должен это два извинения за то, что я сам, и это придется решить, для чего другой
В этой атмосфере наши птицы никогда не будут летать, наши птицы закончены
Птица Джоув охотится на выстрел
Голубь окутал вороны до смерти
Стержень чайки турбиной
У птицы рая была сердца
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