05. Billy Milligan - Заговор молчания
текст песни

Chorus: (2 times)
The dead silence of the voice is deprived of
And the whole earth around is burned out
The dead silence of the voice is deprived of
If you haven't died yet, survive

1 verse:
Your mouths are sewn up with white threads
In weakness, recognition then by torture
Fluently, attempts, with eternal cautious
As if flying in the dark on the oncoming lane on the red
Promises is a muffled price, and this is the market value
Your happiness everything was built here.
Throwing shackles from yourself more difficult than putting on others
Your played pain is not from your hand anywhere
This is a fall, not take off, don't even hope
You went all in white in the wrong way - here is the mob and soot
You only made enemies in these wilds
And there is no one who would be secretly managed to get out of here
To survive in this meat grinder, you have to try
Life mocks all of us, like Horace
Afraid of those who collect skeletons in the closet
Turning his 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 repentance are my meter, and soon I will achieve them
Sanding clock crashed on a stone look
You seized on the opportunity with 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 by 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
Fanatics wrapped the shrine to holes
The door is closed, and to the same time knock on it again
There is also a conspiracy of silence

Chorus: (2 times)

2 verse:
Indifference cuts more acutely than a razor
For silence, not the best time you chose
Draw conclusions late - reap the fruits
Only silence of traces will leave on your grave
Not a drop of repentance - empty in the shower
The brain still thinks, but there is no pulse already
Dull plot and bright tomorrow
The aroma of freedom smells stink and dangled
Falls for temptations - beged mercy
The strength of the sink, but the mind did not appear
Blurred by the ideas of unnecessary utopias
And those who can save us are soullessly drowned
In captivity of self -deception. Either Osam, then Obama
Everyone is to blame, but not us - to dig into the shame
The wounds roam, and there is no end to this torment forever
But, a little that, we immediately raise our hands upstairs
Completing in the blood of this nation became
We hate power, but we erect to the pedestal
Pride pussy, although by Noah
But once again we let them reite us again
We walk around the edge, celebrating our failures
The commandments are the same, everyone is just called differently
Body ulcers - society hurts
Even the heroes have been deprived of honors for a long time
This is the bottom. No below. "Captain Nemo"
All the same not a tenant - on 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 for tears
Again justifying those created to steal
The door is closed, and to the same time knock on it again
There is also a conspiracy of silence