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- Альбом
- Outsight
- Студия
- Z-studio
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- She wakes up early and
Finds she wants noone
There's so much treason in this world
And she wants it no more.
A destructive reason
Cruelty, don't want no more,
Inspect, don't want no more,
Wake up, can't live no more.
No stupid questions,
No self-collisions
No strong decisions,
No way to find.
These soul repairs
(Bored you enough, bored you enough)
Take a lot of time,
The time expanding,
(Life goes on, life goes on)
And she is fine.
Garbage in these eyes
And power seems to leak away
The choice's so simple
And noone wants to fill the void
Matter over mind,
This matter's over you again.
And shelter in your head
Slowly turns into the trap
And every day she's sure,
That next day brings another life.
And now she is fading again.
walking down the streets, tracking the leaves and men,
Waiting for the moment she turns into ash.
Avoid her sudden flash.