замкнутость 8 - плацебо
текст песни

Sometimes I hear my scream from the inside
I see blood on the tiles but still
Never speak
I comprehended little
Reflection in the mirror speaks to me
The lamp in the bathroom flashes
And then there will be little
After the last flash
illuminated lips
Wide pupils
Seeing their own holes
cold corridors on which we have not yet passed
We are so growing up
On the eighth day of the week

Remember what is important to you now is pointless later
Neural networks rejoiced in rains
to be wet in the entrance
dry out
nothing happens to be forever
The departed emotions remaining a devoted mind
But in the preferences to forget
Do not delve further the shell of the image
where are you meaning
There is no panacea from self -digging, there is only a placebo
Break life
From thought

And there is no way back

As in the window there is no entrance
The isolation of the happy past, childhood has gone