Текст песни Эксайтер - Зона черного цвета

I woke up and saw all this. As if someone subtracted a smile from this world. It was as if a terrible doctor had come to this earth and with a syringe pumped out everything colored. A gray veil covered the streets, and a whisper sounded in my head, saying: "There are times when you can’t smile."

World minus seven colors.
The battery is cold.
Outside the window is bad manners,
And the artist is older than the canvas.
Poor cat. Cardboard coffin.
The drugs have a reverse stroke.
It’s not easy to give, it’s easy to take.
An open heart suddenly became a cache.
There are no words for the verse.
Favorite home under the load of the past is broken decades.
From mirrors more often wrinkles with an outline
Doctors in vain catch catharsis among directories.
Dog in the middle of the braking distance.
Vain desire in a dream to see a dream in the flesh.
Your quarrel has become even dead after you quarrel.
A loop loops gently around her neck.

I went outside and realized that not one affected me. Everywhere there were people whose lips turned into a dash. Nearby on the bench was a child crying. He raised his eyes and, looking at me, said that his parents were getting divorced. I wanted to smile and say that everything would be fine, but that was not the moment.

Six-string without six strings.
The Magi forgot the meaning of the runes.
Magician in sorrow. Keen eyes
The viewer unraveled his work.
I’m trying to see the sky through.
The monk could become a clown.
Mercury creeps for 36.6.
On the wall of the temple paint three times "six".
Return plane home.
Your family is not eternal and floats under the yoke of moira.
Leads on the rocks of the ship captain Peredoz.
A social cell has experienced mitosis.
The orphanage is constantly looking at the door.
The inability to change your pastoral to Broadway.
A bullet in the lonely heart of a rare beast.
Once a liar told me: "There is no one to believe now."

The world turned to black. People saw the flaws of being. Who burned his life, not knowing sadness, now was sad that he had burned his life. Dead people wandered and muttered something under their breath, and only one man, passing me, asked himself a reasonable question: "What to do?"

Weekday. Gloomy Repeat.
Light in the window. Someone is not sleeping.
There is a torn thread in the lamp.
The loser continues to blame everyone.
Tracklist gives out a minor.
Bitter truths are full of wine.
At the end of the film, the hero dies.
An asteroid is approaching the planet.
Evil has taken revenge.
Destroyed by the construction of a memorable landscape for you.
The competitor has become king. Jesus had a cup
And Father will pour at least a glass for you.

I remember the taste of blood in my mouth.
Karma alone leads up, and most rot in hell.
There is not a single answer to the question.
After the white strip there is a black zone.