Текст песни feelinsomnia - на дне

feelinsomnia - at the bottom [2015]

Verse 1:
I see how the day starts creaking of their lives and the fate of the holiday
all these "people" here see themselves as a reflection of dirty dishes
I can hear the groans of the dying loving, but not his beloved wife,
that having gone through all the pain patiently, waiting for death. - That all of its essence

and everywhere hovers either despair, or anger, and the devil will disassemble them
Our dear God did not save us, and everyone is so tacky
then "man" does not want to be better, and no longer believes in the human essence
He just will not give half-dead to stay in silence, because "the death of the noise is not an obstacle"

I watch as the newly immersed in the novel paper
victim "unrequited love" and their own deceptions, they are more likely to intoxicate her
because in her mind a fairy tale and passion. its air - feelings
but she needed a glass that would again forget that she's just a slut

we've got the former, whore, high social identity
and what it was - fall so low? perhaps it was a shame ...
He may like to believe the kid? and allow that belief to finish us ...
ask for something in the sky? but what is there to help us pray?

but remained close to a little good in the face of this soft girls
what is love then I fell under the hand of his own sister, that does not stop
it mania ringing coins, and the ugliness of the soul,
and after a few moments it will turn an ordinary thief then a killer ...

and he just wanted to be a man, honest. but apparently did not happen

1 transition:
these manuscripts shout me
(We have made with their bodies all the bottom)
that there is not nowhere to run
(The bottom of all this will stay with us until death)

Verse 2:
then suffocates the light and trying to survive in a circle of "surviving"
"Life" left word and only escaped after a bitch because she still
They do not live here after all, only trying, throughout a drunken stupor
this is not the "people" are just images that once found refuge here

I saw a little bit of compassion in a woman, so called "free"
but also the joy in her chosen care, because for her loneliness - "pride"
then "man" is eager to regain his "life", "normal", their labor
but the dreams and desires only to here, that would have to go into the pool

I hear the philosopher as he is tired of all human words
He once said: "Man - it is not we alone, that we are all in one"
"Man" - a proud, damn, "man" - this is true ...
but what I find this fucking sense if it is around the bottom?

then the old man again, gave us all the belief have been holding "world"
dying - a better life in the next world, as a whore - the belief in "love" her, God, well, as it cute
and everything would be fine, but all that lies behind it rolled away, unnoticed
so what should I do? I do in fact believe in the place where the cure my illness, and?

no one left to trust, and not see the salvation
enough these tantrums, enough of humiliation
around as before I see only the bottom
and I as before completely unnecessary here Actor, but only with a noose around his neck

this is my last performance ...

chorus:
these manuscripts shouted at me
it is no longer necessary to be a part of this universe
I too fell in love with despair,
in the art of stepping humble sorrow

and let their life pass me flying
I'm leaving alone, away from that memory
let it remain bottom
with your dreams here, I just have to go

the final part:
but just show me the author of my own "story"
what he wants and sees me ...
what he wanted to convey to me, except for this lower of the desert people,
in which people are no longer ...

you just show me the author of my own "story"
what he wants and sees me ...
but I have time to give up after all, do not dare to detain
I left, and you stay on the bottom ...