Billy Milligan - Заговор молчания
текст песни

Chorus (2x):
Your dead silence is devoid of voice.
And the whole earth around is burned, scorched.
Your dead silence is deprived of voice.
If you haven't died yet, survive!

First verse:
Your mouths are sewn up with white threads.
In the weakness of recognition, then making under torture.
Fluently, attempts, with eternal cautiously,
As if flying in the dark on the oncoming lane, on the red.

Promises a penny, this is a market value,
Your happiness was all the same, it has been built.
It is more difficult to throw off the shackles from yourself than to put on others,
Your painful pain is not from your hand anywhere.

This is a fall, not take off, do not even hope
You entered everything in the wrong one, here is black and soot.
You made only enemies in these wilds,
And there is no one who would be secretly managed to get out of here.

In order to survive in this meat grinder.
Life mocks all of us, like Horace.
Those who collect skeletons in the closet are soared,
Turning their triumph into an absurd embarrassment.

Prisoners of the circumstances created by us.
We look up, and underfoot stellar deposits.
Someone will lick the wounds, someone will die of illusions.
The words of my repentance are met, and soon I will achieve them.

Sanding clock crashed on a stone look,
You grabbed the opportunity for your hands for no vain.
The sighted does not mean the perspicacious, so look at both,
The one who has already betrayed you once again.

I hear voices in my head
Kindness is given to punishment in return.
Buried alive, but still do not know
The bypass is prohibited, and dick with it.

The interlocutors inside are dead, like you,
The fanatics wiped the shrine to the holes.
The door is closed, and to no avail re -knock into it,
There is also a conspiracy of silence.

Chorus (2x):
Your dead silence is devoid of voice.
And the whole earth around is burned, scorched.
Your dead silence is deprived of voice.
If you haven't died yet, survive!

Second verse:
Indifference cuts more acutely than a razor.
For silence, not the best time you chose.
Pret the conclusions late, shake the fruits.
On your grave, only silence will leave the traces.

Not a drop of repentance, empty in the shower,
The brain still thinks, but there is no pulse already.
A dull plot is a bright tomorrow,
The aroma of freedom smells of Smerdlo and dodged.

Falls to the temptations, begging mercy.
The forces are sinking, but there was no mind.
Clouded by the ideas of unnecessary utopias,
And those who can save us soullessly drowned.

In captivity of self -deception, then Osam, then Obama,
Everyone is to blame, only not us, to dig into the shame.
... and there is no end to these torments forever,
But a little that we immediately raise our hands up.

This nation has become in the blood of this nation,
We hate power, but erect to the pedestals.
Pride pussy, although by Noah about the opposite,
But once again we give them again to revenge us.

We walk around the edge, celebrating our failures,
The commandments are the same, everything is simply called differently.
Ulcers on the body of the patient's society,
Even the heroes have been deprived of honors for a long time.

And this is the bottom, there is no below, Captain Namo.
Anyway, not a tenant, about the heels of Nemo
Death goes for each of us constantly,
Seconds are running, the hour of repentance is close.

We ask for alms, stinging in tears,
Again, justifying those who are created to steal them.
The door is closed and to no avail began to knock on it-
There is also a conspiracy of silence.

Chorus (2x):
Your dead silence is devoid of voice.
And the whole earth around is burned, scorched.
Your dead silence is deprived of voice.
If you haven't died yet, survive!