Текст песни pyrokinesis - передавай привет своему одиночеству

sweaty palms is released into space
Shadows of us catch up, shadows frighten us growth
I'm so tired of running away and lay down for a minute
And God embarrassed me uncomfortable cane pristuknul

Why, nocturne, why easel why poetry
Anyway smear to hell all of us fall in the jaw
Laughs sarcastically and lybitsya stachivaya teeth
oh my befuddled mind bolnoy..i

We are sailing, and here even the sun is not visible
I'm kind of on strings stabilizes insomnia liter
And just about Porvoo
settling on the glass condensate
My touch pulse
His feature indicative erased.

We all love, family, home and work
And my sick little soul endlessly drowning in vices
Fine Line, and admit I do not really there
Give my greetings to his loneliness more.
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drops flowing, rain beating on the window sill
a nicotine addict, I - I open
Like it or not is, precisely, addictive
Eternal winter solitary cryochamber

Good people, you need only open the door to the room
But space and crosses in my songs inverted
thermostat
I broke my little world melted
I would sign
And then I oversleep and be late to the platform

On the last train into a stable and adulthood
But potekshy macrocosm will not stop simply clip
I took the knife and the universe as the bitch is bleeding.
And there are no doctors, which will save from the wormhole

no poems and in general I was not a poet.
never.
Looking at the paper I once was blind.
do not show.
To me this nonsense that is written completely different person.
He's kind of locked up inside and it has not come any meter.

He blooper films, but the film is not always inherited.
But he obviously did not suffer so long cooped up,
He believes in love, but does not believe in the people, not looking up at the sky.
He wants to reach for the stars, but it is limited to the planet.