Текст песни feelinsomnia - на дне

feelinsomnia - at the bottom [2015]

verse 1:
I see how the day begins with the creak of their lives, and the holiday of destinies
how all these "people" here see themselves as a reflection of dirty dishes
I hear the death moans of that loving but not beloved wife,
that after patiently enduring all the pain, he waits for death. - then its whole essence

and everywhere there is either despair or anger, and the demon will take them apart
Our God did not save us, and everyone is so shabby
here "man" does not want to be better, and no longer believes in the essence of man
he also will not let the half-dead stay in silence, because "death is not a hindrance to noise"

I watch him sink into a paper novel again
a victim of "unhappy love" and their own deceptions, they often intoxicate her
because in her memory there is a fairy tale and passion. her air is feelings
but she needs a glass to forget again that she is just a whore

we have a former fucking socially high personality
and what was it like to fall so low? probably it was a shame ...
can believe like a boy? and let that faith finish us off ...
to ask for something from the sky? but how can prayers help us here?

but there is a little kindness left in the face of this soft girl
what kind of love came under the arm of her own sister, she will not stop
it has a mania for the ringing of coins, and an ugliness of the soul
and after a couple of moments she will turn an ordinary thief into a murderer ...

and he just wanted to be a man, honest. but apparently it won't happen

transition 1:
these manuscripts scream at me
(we made up all this bottom with our bodies)
that there is no escape here
(all this bottom will remain with us until death)

verse 2:
here the light chokes and tries to survive in the circle of "survivors"
"life" left the word and only after ran away, the bitch is still
they don't live here, but only try, everywhere there is only drunken frenzy
these are not "people", these are just images that once found refuge here

I saw a little sympathy in a woman called "free"
but also in her the joy of the departure of the chosen one, because for her loneliness is "pride"
here the "man" really wants to regain his "life", "normal", by his work
but dreams and desires are only here to head into the pool

I hear the philosopher how tired he is of all human words
he once said: "a person is not us separately, it is all of us in one"
"Man" is proudly fucking, "Man" is true ...
but what the fucking meaning is for me if it's the bottom all around?

here this old man still endowed all of us with faith in the "peace"
dying - the best life in the next world, the whore - faith in her "love", God, how sweet it is
and everything would be fine, but all this lies followed him, imperceptibly
so what should I do? I really believed in the place where my illness will be cured, huh?

there is no one to trust, and no salvation is visible
enough of these tantrums, enough of all the humiliations
around as before I see only the bottom
and I, as before, is completely unnecessary here Actor, but only with a noose around my neck

this is my last performance ...

chorus:
these manuscripts shouted at me
that it's no longer worth being a part of this universe
I fell too much in love with despair
into this art of sadness, leaving humbly

and let their life fly by me
I'm leaving alone, into the distance, from this memory
let this bottom remain
with your dreams here, I just need to leave

final part:
but just show me the author of my own "story"
what he wants and sees in me ...
what did he want to convey to me, besides this lower desert of people,
in which people are no longer ...

you just show me the author of my own "story"
what he wants and sees in me ...
but it's time for me to give up, don't you dare delay
I left, and you stay at the bottom ...