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Feelinsomnia - at the bottom [2015]

verse 1:
I see how the day begins with a creak of their lives, and the holiday of fate
How are all these "people" here see themselves with a reflection of dirty dishes
I hear the dying moans of that loving but not beloved wife,
that having experienced all the pain, he waits for death. - That is all its essence

And everywhere, despair or anger, and the demon will sort them out
Our God did not protect us, and each is so battered
here "man" does not want to be better, and no longer believes in the essence of man
He will also not let it be in silence in the same way, because "death is not a hindrance"

I observe how it is again drowning in a paper novel
a victim of "unhappy love" and their own deceptions, they more often dope her
After all, in her memory is a fairy tale and passion. Her air is feelings
but she needs a glass to forget again, that she is just a whore

We have a former, fucking, socially tall person here
And what was it - to fall so low? It was probably offended ...
Maybe like a boy to believe? And let that faith finish us ...
Ask something from the sky? But how will prayers help us here?

but a little good left in the face of this soft girl left nearby
what kind of love here fell under the arm of my sister, that should not stop
it has a mania of the ringing of coins, and the ugliness of the soul,
And after a couple of moments, she will turn here the usual thief into a killer ...

And he only wanted a person to be honest. but it will not happen

Transition 1:
These manuscripts shout to me,
(We made all this bottom with our bodies)
that there is not to run away anywhere
(all this bottom will remain with us to death)

verse 2:
Here the light is suffocating and tries to survive in the circle of "survivors"
"Life" left the word and only, then fled, the bitch is still
After all, they do not live here, but only try, everywhere only drunken carrier
These are not "people" these are just images that once found a refuge here

I saw a little sympathy in a woman that so called "free"
But also in her the joy of the departure of the chosen one, because for her loneliness is "pride"
Here "man" really wants to regain "life", "normal", with its labor
but dreams and desires only here to go to the pool

I hear the philosopher how tired he is from all human words
He once said: "Man is not us separately, we are all in one"
"Man" is proud, fucking, "man" is true ...
But what kind of fucking meaning should I find in this, if this is a bottom around?

Here this old man still put us all by faith in the establishment of "peace"
Dying - a better life in the next world, a whore - faith in "Love" her, God, well, how cute
And everything would be fine, but all this lie rolled behind him, imperceptibly
so what should I do? I really believed in the place where my illness would be cured, huh?

there is no one to believe, and there is no salvation
Enough of these tantrums, enough all humiliations
around as before, I see only the bottom
And I, as before, is an unnecessary actor here, but only with a loop on the neck

This is my last performance ...

chorus:
These manuscripts shouted to me
that you should no longer be part of this universe
I fell in love with despair too much
In this art of sadness, having gone humbly

And let their life flies past me
I'm leaving alone, into the distance, from this memory
Let this bottom be left
With your dreams here, I just need to leave

The final part:
But just show me the author of my own "story"
What does he want, and sees in me ...
What did he want to convey to me, except for this lower desert of people,
in which there are no more people ...

You just show me the author of my own "story"
What does he want, and sees in me ...
but it's time for me to give up, do not dare to detain
I left, and you stay at the bottom ...