Территория Хаоса - Исповедь
текст песни

I heard stories brighter than the light of the stars
And the darkness of the night forest
I saw people with eyes full of tears
And screaming to me about their interests
I think I'm a thousand years old
I study people, helping not to give up
But now in front of me is far from a person
And every look makes his gaze to be afraid
He said that God, he punished people
He shouted that the majority did not breathe dignity
Among children's thoughts and obsessive ideas
Connection with the real world is so easy to lose
He said that it was not here to pray
Not to ask for forgiveness
He came to talk, he came to open
And my task is to listen and not for me to judge it

Go away, run away yet it's too late
The eyes are not yet corroded by tears
So far, I can hear at least something
Run, or listen, while you breathe

Patience burst, I hit the table
Then he screamed that I would die too
The attempt to escape was unsuccessful
He took something out of his clothing pocket
And now, when the blade caresses my throat
He stands behind him and he breathes heavily
He begins to speak, I understand one
This is the last confession that I hear

Do not judge me, hear me
All that I will tell my life trajectory
Troubled foreboding of trouble, run
My steps are heard behind
I do not need to atone for sins
God sees, I am one of those who could
Repulse
Drawing a bloody picture in its reality

Go away, run away yet it's too late
The eyes are not yet corroded by tears
So far, I can hear at least something
Run, or listen, while you breathe

Help me, give me
A chance to live on this damned earth
Like a rotten fruit, I am a fate from the inside
After each act, traces remain
In the heart, under the skin, on the body of the victim
Evil the evil branches grows directly from me
And analyzing the blockages of distorted memory
I tear out parts of the soul wounded
Thoughts are confused, scripts
Trying to get into the center, I stay on the outskirts
It is difficult to be a shadow in a sunny city
It is even more difficult to beat when your hands are broken
Now I am like a locomotive
Only the explosion will stop
My protest crashes into your skin
Sorry, old man, but you will die too

Go away, run away yet it's too late
The eyes are not yet corroded by tears
So far, I can hear at least something
Run, or listen, while you breathe