# echoes of the void # absent
B-Steak
void voice, it's B-Steak in touch
share things, share minds,
you must be alive, build yourself like a wall
this world is not perfect it is equated to ashes
I have not been to London at a big ben
never been to the grandfather's mausoleum in Moscow
in short life is in place, it is worth treading
you can just disappear, yes even now
only a few are left around living souls,
strings of corpses trail through the streets
and you try to swim out of the shit,
if you can't, you will drown in it forever
the truth is not something in the wires, the truth is inside
open your eyes and watch minds go to waste
how souls and your life degrade
loses its meaning, not for an hour, but forever
everything is as before, as 20 years ago,
dead souls whisper along the boulevards rustle
work comes first, not family
money on the second, not friends
on the third sleep, and not healthy leisure
What happened to people, you turned into bitches.
rot inside you, you carry the carcass,
from place B to place where the air suffocates
and when you die, no one will remember you,
life goes on, with a happy face
you will not leave behind neither children nor family
your life, like summer will end in autumn
in a dirty puddle, debauchery and alcohol
empty room, and a dark corridor
at the end of the story, ask yourself a question man
why did you live at all? ..
