OS TiTANS - Пародия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If, if only I could, explain to you what to happen in my head. I didn’t write, looking for clues from - outside.

In these damned lines ...

As a certain number of puzzles, I tried to assemble everything I invented for one.

In order to bring to mind, this is quite a confused world.

To put on the tips everywhere, and give you trump cards: Come on, my life is a breed, you can laugh that you delve into - do not pretend ... Enough Ilyusia, I don’t true, I really believe you as a child, do not let me in the next Once, step on the same rake, neglect confidence.

Enough, I left a particle of myself in every miserable stuff, now in these faces you can see, if not entirely, then the details of me ... When my consciousness loses its balance - I think about eternity, the conclusion that I am only one, only one in this fucking world - Pseudoistins ...

Words are like broken glasses, but I am special, I don’t feel pain, I repeat again and again not sorry for me drink my blood. I

gave this event a place to be

so that you can take from memory

and remember everything.

We play our role, so on

The face is no longer makeup, I'm really scared.

that love has gone from the disgusting body,

There is one matter in an embrace

Gray days one on one you let me

Free swimming.

As an art, my fate, a parody of poems for a dream, only a dream, give me the reason to exist in Java.

Buddhto would have descended insight, I opened my eyes, causing pain to myself, stopping the vision, concluding that for all the acts eternity to smolder in the same boiler with it. And how close the world is, and souls are sold, artificial feelings like a stone on the neck, pull on the bottom , and terribly strangled, fool, let go, if in your world it is not idylica - wasteland.

The end of the game is a puppeteer, now I'm not in your power, not in your role, and I’m a robot, but my soul in iron shackles, my flesh feels pain.

And like a marine battle, millions of mistakes, one hit, a sink.

A jubilant scream or taste of victory, it doesn’t matter, I surrendered to leave. I have a coward, and it’s a pity for the image of the image in me the very ideal, I do not struggle for love, and let everything that we built, putting the right, are not capable To raise everything that was abandoned to the floor, there are so many fragments, and not to collect in one, but only open the old scars.

My only chance for a revenge, in an empty rally, lend still lives, you have 9 like a cat, because I didn’t exterminate your life for pieces. Do not say loud words, do not disturb the silence, give me just a minute to the worthless confession. And I will tell you What is my representation of one particle of our life.