lyrix:
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(intro)

v1) бросить кости. гнить медленно. / завтра может и не наступить. / греться в тени , ожидая смерти/ каждый день это тюрьма

lnk1) this desolate stretch of sand is the contents of my soul./ when its all so far away, its no longer pain./ illusion of movement is not life./ i been dead inside for years./ spend the rare currency of time buying parcels of oblivion./ its all right. dont cry for me./ if i dont care, why should you?/ crafting garbage from treasure. no, i dont want to live forever...

v2) полтергейст блуждать по моим венам. / горьковатый вкус окрашивает рот./ держать сожженные останки в моих руках. / каждый день это тюрьма

br) staggered frames stumble before bloodshot dilated eyes./ daggers stained with venom dipped into nocturnum's inkwell./ stab a pretty little message into the heart./ may it find you well. just be glad you see not what i see...

ch) гнить медленно. slow rot. lay my head down to rest./ гнить медленно. slow rot. open my eyes and its all gone away.
молчание. удушение. увечье. кровотечение.

v3) кулак полный длинных мертвых вдохов. / посмотри мне в глаза , мы наблюдаем конец

lnk 2) take a sip. lick the lips. drink back the hunger. eat up the fatigue./ stings but its not real to me. smoke circulates thru the bloodstream./ decay as we become the dream. coming apart at the seams. / head placed beneath the waves in pursuit of a breath, to no avail./ eels peel the flesh away from the skull./ the world slows during the downfall. set the traps. savor it while it rushes by./ when these eyes die, we will never cross paths again...

v4) Блядь.... сука! все, что здесь сегодня , в один прекрасный день гнили в открытых могил

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br out) all i know is that all things grow old wither and die. perhaps thats what makes it so beautiful in the end./ all i know is each day we spin the chamber. put it to the temple. ya feelin lucky? squeeze the trigger. find your fate.

final) each house i pass by, i look thru the windows lit./ i ponder how many are haunted within./ every person i walk on by, i look there into their eyes/ and i wonder how many are possessed in their skin. / binary tongue made of flame. each word dressed in clothing of fire./ all dolled up with nowhere to go./ 3 am. lay back. make love to myself. look at the backs of my hands, carved in rhythms of war...

outro) youre the crazy ones. yet i sit alone and talk to the walls./ im doin fine, according to the voices in my head./ the curtains burn then i blink and everything is fine./ fear not death when theres nowhere to hide. / no exceptions. death takes us all, in time.

slow rot. slow rot. гнить медленно. гнить медленно.