пиксели - Франкенштейн
текст песни

I am just collected from particles
Other people's consciousnesses and faces
Another Frankenstein
Singing to the sky that
We collect people in ourselves
Their thoughts, feelings, ideas
To become a particle in someone else
My view outside the window consists of verses written by me
Ecumenical truths are hidden on the ceiling of my room
Sometimes I'm afraid to return home in the morning
When this abyss looks at me too closely
When I amphing the threshold of the universe
Amplifying my understanding
Melting hundreds of ideas abandoned by someone
I am not deliberately uninvited by the guest
Under the wounded sun in sneakers of worn out
I put the door into the minds of other people
I am just collected from particles
Other people's consciousnesses and faces
Another Frankenstein
Singing to the sky that
We collect people in ourselves
Their thoughts, feelings, ideas
To become a particle in someone else
The soul is dotted with scars
It has long been there for a long time for new
I outlined a long route for myself
I prepare the essence to throw off the shackles
Without shelter, without blood, elaborate and wonderful
I collect the missing link in my head
Equation with all variables solved
Pass the parachute over the window
How many references will fit on the tip of the needle
How much time your fall from a cliff will take
How much salt your working nostril can withstand
How many times will we survive another seventh of October
When the eternal spring arrives in solitary
When another new wave comes
When my Fuhrer shoots, left without a face
My detachment will not notice the loss of a fighter
I am just collected from particles
Other people's consciousnesses and faces
Another Frankenstein
Singing to the sky that
We collect people in ourselves
Their thoughts, feelings, ideas
To become a particle in someone else