Текст песни Dead Poets - Хихикающий Смысл

Something breaks into atoms inside hysteria zakatanoy soul spits.
Leaving the eyes spot some debauchery or can exit?
Sigh, another, the movement of light begin to gain momentum.
But why so little oxygen? Choking the outside pressure on the throat
Nooo! I'll deal with it, I'll try to find a compromise.
After all, I have one and whole! Calm down. So good.
Damn. These knees cramps negates. What a hell of a pain?
But is not it easier just to spit on everything and get into character
Everyone understands and discerning gentleman who can do everything.
But I'm going to kill myself this. I'm afraid. I'm scared.
I'm afraid to be loved, I am afraid of being rejected with spit mug.
I love life, but it poisons me not giving even the smallest break.
Someone inside whispers that this maze is not for nothing was built by me.
But why these obstacles? In order to realize self-sufficiency
and assess the level of inner balance? But who cares?
This proud man, who himself left heel hammering in his chest and proud
his acquaintances and inferences. Tired.
Give at least a sip, a single breath of fresh air.
I'm tired of just being. Everything I give up.
It makes no sense to hang around in this piece of rotting meat and spit pathos.
I hate myself, I hate EVERYTHING. I want to breathe !!!
And I hate this dependence.

Oxygen mask, a drop of water became red thirst,
No chance to solve a lot of disputes our right,
Character heavy again two again massacre
No matter that both are right, each time doubly painful,
But was it worth it, breaking voice, yell, tear your hair,
We are created different, although we go to one lane,
Everything! close your eyes, burn out the tears burn jellyfish
The dose of pain under the skin, the blood is mixed with anger, yes,
Giggling meaning extra garbage thoughts
or feelings again? definition of the latter individual,
No air? Honor his days chchёrnymi chchislami,
Indeed, only one in ten, not like you ..
and next wise liar second plan
laughs secret under the veil of deception
he learns to be erasing the identity of a powder
I want him to go

The dream is to get into his entrails and burn their nerves from the same cell and drag one to shoot and yet you are not the first mechanical levers life principles twisted heaps and so tormented dragged along the ground from time to time (* cut *) are tearing the throat of taking liver slice diagonally with the fear of side-by-side push another stream of errors on the last threshold of pain you're trying to play god, he asked you to stay at least a little man will be remembered as the summer during the cold to sell your soul Hull pennies sleep sized eternity Razlog your carcass will forgive you your God for what he has sinned, too, but could not believe it for something that tried to be different

Kill yourself not easier just to survive in a niche in a square thousand beggars at her not resurrect the dead in fear strikes flocks of birds carry the identity of heights but the heart of mucus drains into the bottom Grab your voice and wet sky sinks underfoot it floating pieces of thoughts in a vise healed boredom on bail sharp blades cut the hand marks on the body paint every day of the week Monday Tuesday polygon *** rhyming verse from others new poems wild sounds unclear whose swallow air bubbles from the water for many years to leave everything and be free

I went up the stairs and found the man there was not there yesterday as I want him to go