Текст песни Чужой - Вечность

The play of light and darkness will captivate the consciousness of a genius
Here subtle matter disintegrates into quanta
It is impossible to stop the process, now again he is shackled in the shackles of the system
We'll have to walk along the edge a million more times
Justified risk

In search of my paradise, I wore out thousands of biosuits
Reincarnation

I’m chanting an akathist while standing, I can’t be thrown to the floor, down.
The Last Judgment as a quiz game
All life is a game

Only God can judge me, gangstar's paradise
My brain emits theta waves
Subtle vibrations
In transit through the galaxy, on a special mission
The balance of neurotransmitters is disturbed in the womb
Half a step from genius to madness
Such a subtle gradation of dual reality
Once again enchanted by the beauty of the illusion, I forget to wake up
God's Dream

As if I'm waiting for a miraculous healing of consciousness
In fact, time slips through your fingers
Embezzlement
The higher mind does not tolerate laziness and idleness

Here there is a set of rules, eternal, fleeting concepts,
what was said before - forget, draw a path with your consciousness, kill the sadness in yourself, be terribly cold-blooded
Strictness
Everyone is always one step away from death, but the hero’s path awaits at all times.
Fortune
Cannot help but follow naturalness, even if he is full of perception patterns, and was once deprived of childish spontaneity in the past
Energy seeks a way out, the power of the mind moves reality.
Here you can push until the end, because even changing your body will never stop you
New body
In a gray concrete box in dark rooms, life was learned
In this proto-cyberpunk reality there is nowhere to go, consciousness is tightly compressed in a vice, the energy of life is given out in portions, like in the Auschwitz camp pieces of bread on a coupon
Spiritual hunger has made us sick internally, the scourge of civilization is sewn up with brilliance and luxury on the outside, rot and suffering on the inside,
Blackness is only denser every day in delusions, asserting itself, hammering thick rods into a zinc coffin, no one wants to see the personification of a person today, sleep dear, wash away your nightmares with your breath, at night in the mirror you can see hypocrisy in front of yourself, for silent cowardice and indifference - a ticket a couple of floors lower, into the lower world,
IN HELL
reality in the control of the unknown and secret, absolutely covered with a veil with ancient patterns on the omophorion, boundless knowledge
In a magical trance, lines are written in runes, just as ligatures were cut on a tree before,
Magic
on the way they help without time, no matter what segment you are in, here the shift in perception reaches its apogee and the system is visible from above, the crisis is obvious, it will probably pass like an icebreaker across an endless ocean
If you're lucky
or Pangea will sink without a trace
End of the game
From the volume of probabilities here, even the supreme angel of fate turns the wheel of fortune with special care; nothing is impossible if you are at the top

It took a beating on an ancient machine on the outskirts of the galaxy,
Mother Earth passes through a dark night, we wander for a couple of centuries in the merry mists, we laugh until it hurts, and we arrive in a quiet native harbor,
Home
there will be a feast and eternal life, human motivational principles are as constant as the world, we are heading for eternity