At times idle, at times sad
At times there is only silence between us
Hanger trails stretch tirelessly
Hugging wasteland, veil smoke
At times idle, at times sad
At times there is only silence between us
Hanger trails stretch tirelessly
Hugging wasteland, veil smoke
Closer to midnight, the lanterns go out, it is unsafe here
The sky is covered with smoke, the street requires meat
The street requires colors unreasonably red
Drawing like Picasso patterns on gray grimaces
Through the silence, pulling the thread, the groans are carried through the catacombs
Demons are waiting, demons burn, somewhere on the topic a bomb is being prepared
Everything that was once a taboo on, some dark seal was torn
Gray like London, Bong Bad, the most reinforced concrete area
You don't open the stranger, even do not open to the old one.
Close the doors tightly on the lock, or in a coma, your sugary paradise will fall into the pool
There is only one road here - from the edge to the edge, on the denaturates of the border wasing
Reinforced concrete area, there is a reinforced concrete bosom of working outskirts
The days are drawn there to the sky, the smoke of the ring stretches
People stretch to the bottom, stretch, but not to the sun
Smoke pulled into a pool will no longer return
No longer return, will not return anymore
The days are drawn there to the sky, the smoke of the ring stretches
People stretch to the bottom, stretch, but not to the sun
Smoke pulled into a pool will no longer return
It will not return anymore
At times idle, at times sad
At times there is only silence between us
Hanger trails stretch tirelessly
Hugging wasteland, veil smoke
At times idle, at times sad
At times there is only silence between us
Hanger trails stretch tirelessly
Hugging wasteland, veil smoke
A thick veil slowly creeps along the roads
I would be aim at the goal, but the goal is not visible here
A thick veil slowly creeps along the roads
I would be aim at the goal, but the goal is not visible here
There, a thick veil slowly creeps along the roads
I would be aim at the goal, but the goal is not visible here
A thick veil slowly creeps along the roads
I would be aim at the goal, but the goal is not visible here
