Текст песни Bladefall, Out Of Stock - Патрон

And every breath
I want to shoot myself
Phenibut in the morning
Instead of coffee with cinnamon
They screamed and you can't take it out
Damn you took so long
Why are you shouting?
There's no fucking point in this

Conscience on the scales
What is fear
I don't know
The truth is packaged by grams
Then they look for it in telegrams

Veil in the eyes
Scars on hands
I don't know
How much karma do you need
To seem wrong

White noise in tinnitus
People on crosses
They're burning out
Blood boils under the skin
How long can this last?

It's all wrong
White flag again
Raise
Those who shouted for freedom
But they all turned out to be rabble

And every breath
I'm waiting for that cartridge
I spin the drum
To get out of dreams
I pull the trigger
I'm definitely ready
But it clicks again
See you again

Stop
Take a look
How alien everything is
Me
So hateful
This hellish circle
Only scars will remain
This will last forever
And we will fill our lives
Only one flawless
Pain

And every breath
I'm waiting for that cartridge
I spin the drum
To go out

And every breath
I'm waiting for that cartridge
I spin the drum
To get out of dreams
I pull the trigger
I'm definitely ready
But it clicks again
See you again