Счётчик Мыслей - Цепь
текст песни

A city of concrete and glass, of brick and snow—
Like a vast highway ending in a dead end.
The city grows its wires deep into a man;
The city offers goals, the city offers chains.
And I, squinting nearsightedly at the morning sky,
Pace the floor of the nineteenth story.
Is this just another stage, or just another folly?
The baggage I’ve gathered weighs so heavily on my back.
And déjà vu feels so much like stepping on a rake;
This day has burned me down right to the filter.
Rewriting lines as if rewinding tape,
I still can't grasp the moral of this film.
Tell me—is it all just mirages? Or is it...
Just the foul taste of a cigarette on my soul?
Don't hold it against me; I just want to live a normal life—
Not wait around and wonder if this is even what I need.

One, two, three—and suddenly you’re back inside the loop.
Tear at the tape with your teeth; bend the links with your hands.
Show your face! Break free from this ring!
But it’s going to hurt... Or else, just fall to your knees.
Suddenly, you’re back inside the loop.
Smash the windows! Kick down the doors!
Show your face! Tear this ring apart!
It’s going to hurt... Or else, just fall to your knees.

It’s vaster than the biggest cities;
It’s more powerful than high-voltage wires.
It’s more familiar than the daily grind, and scarier than a crash;
It is your chain—your wretched script.
And no matter how deep you dig into the soul’s tangled depths,
It’s stitched right into you—securely, like a microchip.
Only when you find it will you learn to live in freedom;
Just be careful not to confuse the truth with mirages.
Just when you thought you’d long since stepped out of the role...
The video tape is playing on repeat once more.
The truth lies hidden within dusty pages;
It flickers in the streets and faces, slipping away like a bird.
The rising sun laughs down at it all;
You’ll have to figure it all out for yourself.
If only you could find the real world—not just the paper one—
And never forget what truly matters.

One, two... Three—and suddenly you’re back in the circle
Tear through the film with your teeth, bend the links with your hands
Where is your face? Break free from this ring
But it’s going to hurt—or else fall to your knees
Suddenly you’re back in the circle
Smash the glass, kick down the doors
Show your face, tear apart this ring
But it’s going to hurt
One, two, three—and suddenly you’re back in the circle
Tear through the film with your teeth, bend the links with your hands
Show your face—break free from this ring
But it’s going to hurt—or else fall to your knees
Suddenly you’re back in the circle
Smash the glass, kick down the doors
Show your face, tear apart this ring
But it’s going to hurt—or else fall to your knees
To your knees