Текст песни .CRRUST - Pain Is a Mere Sensation
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Let me try to discomfort you Let the others do same things with you We'll see who's failing And who's doing fine You like competitions I know it cause your Shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names I'll run away I'll mix in with the foreigners I'll come back when the horizon clears up I'm a drag addict I won't be able to fear your fears You'll probably stop when blood Interferes With blue threads from the liver With hands washed in quicksilver The color The one that sets the rules Sets the rules on fire I see it in your eyes I don't think I'll fit into your dream Of perfect order and everything still I won't fit in I'll bring my chaos along Taking you further Teaching you havoc Taunting the birds To bring you the message Life's too exhausting and That makes you untouchable Death's so insignificant And that makes me too play the game Blood's so wasteful and Flesh is too repulsive so So what else is there to enjoy But getting rid of it all There's no space for compassion At least the bones still hold They don't have to avoid Meeting eyes Keeping track of the light years Aren't we just wasting time Is there really something to bow down to You being untouchable Means I'm unforgivable It's all to forget about Still you do play the game I see it in your eyes your eyes They're dying slow deaths See for yourself I'm on your side Seal yourself off I will not die Nobody gets lower Nobody shuts up Strangely though someone's for hire When others are left to get by Spread wireless the virus Leaves a blank space the shape of a split mirror Behind To polish My sick soul Then demolish it all Nobody wants to take control Everyone wants to be free From fever that comes from knowledge And photographed by the above Can I get the picture signed One more time And get back what's mine I've left my parts here long ago Didn't think of coming back But it seems that I fell right in again I'm stuck in here for long For as long as it takes The war to be forgotten about The rumors have it That new clouds are now carved You've come home only To find that your boundaries Have eaten your soul You now stand for all the hate you love And everything you're bargained for Irresistible to some Annoying to others Driven by the winds Caught inside the fins Relying on weather To smooth out the leather On you Only to soak and freeze the triggered hands like frozen brush ends dipped in red paint dripping down as they thaw forming figures out of splashes turning back to shatters of dried blood Irresistible to some Annoying to others Driven by the winds Caught inside the fins Relying on weather To rip out your studs Then sun will lick the foreign waters off the mud and Cut through all the layers of their tender faces So I'll dust off the only line the bending's left to start with as I continue to erode my sense with silence Each second here is worth a million later I took a dive and sank into the ground The figures rising they seem too harmless They seam too instant they sound too faithful I've cracked them open but they're empty inside They sound like vultures approaching their dead They fear and worship the early meanings of older sayings and shout them out loud Deep in the lost and found with bad intentions Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause We only hope it won't lead to collisions with outcome much worse than we can comprehend Conversation is expensive What's in a simple talk that is making it so cheap What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive Not really entertaining This sky is the roof of our shed decored with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars, the roof of our portable home It's not the best there is but it's the best there used to be The waters are still for now but this does not change anything A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other is for In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot, a seagull's shredded by the turbine, a dove pecked to death by the crows Those shadows from the image tube Are rippled by the heated air The images are dark and foul But there's still no one with a better taste Cause I adore the sun And yet I see more clouds I don't need to sense the presence of muted dialogues in wintercolor while the coldest waters save us days to come back and live state all your executives and all that's left there I hear them calling I'll be there soon I'll move by rolling over The sounds they're faking You hear them too, ones that built those firing tubes with Too much on their minds to fall asleep asleep at the wheel With each second closer to the core What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive Not really entertaining This sky is the roof of our shed decorated with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars The roof of our portable home It's not the best there is but it's the best there used to be The waters are still for now but this does not change anything A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other one is for In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot A dove pecked to death by the crows A seagull's shredded by the turbine A bird of paradise has had a heartstroke Смотрите также:
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Воды пока неподвижны, но это ничего не меняет
Шторм начинается с хлопающих крыльев бабочек
Я должен извиниться дважды: одно за то, что я сам, и ему придется решить, за что второе
В этой атмосфере наши птицы никогда не полетят, нашим птицам пришел конец
Птица Юпитера загнана выстрелом, чайка разорвана турбиной, голубь заклеван насмерть воронами
Эти тени от трубки изображения
Раскаленный воздух рябит
Изображения темные и отвратительные
Но все равно нет никого с лучшим вкусом
Потому что я обожаю солнце
И все же я вижу больше облаков
Мне не нужно ощущать присутствие приглушенных диалогов в зимних тонах, пока самые холодные воды экономят нам дни, чтобы вернуться и жить, заявите о всех ваших руководителях и всем, что там осталось, я слышу, как они зовут
Я скоро буду там
Я буду двигаться, переворачиваясь
Звуки, которые они подделывают
Вы тоже их слышите, тех, кто построил эти стреляющие трубы с
Слишком много на уме, чтобы заснуть за рулем
С каждой секундой все ближе к ядру
Все вращается на земле товарищей-соперников
Не очень инновационно, не слишком чертовски убедительно
Не очень развлекательно
Это небо — крыша нашего сарая, украшенная паровыми следами и украшенная движущимися звездами
Крыша нашего переносного дома
Это не лучшее, что есть, но это лучшее, что было раньше
Вода пока неподвижна, но это ничего не меняет
Шторм начинается с хлопающих крыльев бабочек
Я должен извиниться дважды: одно за то, что я сам, и ему придется решить, за что второе
В этой атмосфере наши птицы никогда не полетят, нашим птицам конец
Птица Юпитера загнана выстрелом
Голубя заклевали насмерть вороны
Чайку разорвала турбина
У райской птицы случился сердечный приступ
