"Judgement"
Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence dreaming time away.
Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace. Blissfully
ignorant, unaware of the imminence. Recurring memories emerge
from the deep of old secrets unforgotten sleep. They sink
beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. Then
return to choke you when you wake up alone. Shredded inside
there's one place left to turn. A long-term problem, a temporary
remedy, but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy. So
many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled dreams
are scattered like dust into the winds. Looking for the sun that
eclipsed behind black feathered wings. Tomorrow never comes, there
was only ever one day but now it's too late.
The inequity of fate
The pains of love and hate
The heart-sick memories
That brought you to your knees
And the times when we were young
When life seemed so long
Day after day
You burned it all away
All the hate that feeds your needs
All the sickness you conceive
All the horror you create
Will bring you to your knees
"Приговор"
Спящая роза в утомлённой невинности проводит жизнь в мечтаниях, безмятежна в убаюкивающем утешении сна, блаженна в неведении, не подозревающая об опасности. Возвращаются, всплывая из памяти, далёкие воспоминания старых тайн незабываемого сна. Они уходят под поверхность надолго, достаточно долго для того, чтобы ты успел сделать глоток воздуха, затем возвращаются, чтобы задушить тебя в час пробуждения, когда ты один. Разорван изнутри, но осталось место, чтобы развернуться. Сложная проблема - быстрое решение, но, чёрт побери, в любом случае ты можешь притворяться счастливым. Столько лет трогательной лжи, пустых обещаний, мечты, которые не сбылись, развеяны, как песок ветром. В поисках солнца, скрывшегося за чёрным опереньем крыльев. Завтра никогда не наступит, был такой день... но теперь слишком поздно.
Несправедливости судьбы,
Боль ненависти и любви,
Гнетущие воспоминания
На колени ставят тебя.
Мы были молоды, и тогда
Жизнь казалась нам долгой.
Благодаря тебе день за днём
Она горит огнём.
Вся ненависть, питающая твою нужду –
Недуг, который тебя сломил.
И перед ужасами, что ты сам создал,
Ты без сил колени преклонил. & quot; Judgement & quot;
Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence dreaming time away.
Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace. Blissfully
ignorant, unaware of the imminence. Recurring memories emerge
from the deep of old secrets unforgotten sleep. They sink
beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. Then
return to choke you when you wake up alone. Shredded inside
there's one place left to turn. A long-term problem, a temporary
remedy, but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy. So
many years of pathetic lies, empty promises and unfulfilled dreams
are scattered like dust into the winds. Looking for the sun that
eclipsed behind black feathered wings. Tomorrow never comes, there
was only ever one day but now it's too late.
The inequity of fate
The pains of love and hate
The heart-sick memories
That brought you to your knees
And the times when we were young
When life seemed so long
Day after day
You burned it all away
All the hate that feeds your needs
All the sickness you conceive
All the horror you create
Will bring you to your knees
& quot; sentence & quot;
Sleeping rose weary innocence spends his life in dreams, undisturbed sleep to the soothing comfort blissfully ignorant, unaware of the danger. Go back, surfacing from memory, distant memories of the old secrets of an unforgettable dream. They go under the surface for a long time, long enough for you to have time to do a breath of air, then return to smother you in the hour of awakening, when you are alone. Broken inside, but there was a place to turn around. A complex problem - a quick solution, but, damn it, anyway you can pretend to be happy. So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises, dreams that did not come true, scattered like sand wind. In search of the sun, hidden behind black feathered wings. Tomorrow never comes, there was a day ... but now it's too late.
The injustice of fate,
The pain of love and hate,
Oppressive memories
On your knees give you.
We were young, and then
Life seemed to us long.
Thanks to you, day after day
She lit the fire.
All the hate that feeds your needs -
The illness, which you broke.
And before the horrors that you yourself created,
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