Singer: Slot. Page 2

Every glance is like a boomerang. Flying aimlessly. He will come back - all will come back to you.

Again, we have the ghostly features
And the New Year brings the light of hope...
I don't need it if you're near,
And will not help if you don't...

I laceration, video target, a pale shadow with your head in the noose
On a thin needle stand.

Stop before its too late
I'm falling down for you
There, where your dead shining star
Blinding sun of emptiness...

To lose heaven
Starting hands in the abyss.
Closing his eyes,
Just believe in the unknown.

I was there, saw everything, heard
The blood stopped when he appeared on the surface
And then I realized, we are all sold out
Some kind of phallus-axis on the chassis we wound.
Threw one who was God,
Endured with us all, we came out sideways.
Shock, as if punched current.

On the ground
Get down on the ground...
It is too late... get your eyes checked.
Some enemies around you.
And things on the wrong foot. Or fight or flight.
While you're still alive, but it is a coincidence
For all have to pay! The reality...

In this stale life we add meat...

Half of the dreams to the wind we were looking for and we met with you...

That's how people lived, ate, drinking, partying,
But not strong enough and tolicy of what you want,
But much pricked, and he prays
All hopes - SIM-SIM opens...

God, computer virus kill.
God, I want to get married and he's gay!
God, give me the exam in five
And I'm going to vote.

The cry of "pray" their mouth is skewed.
The neck is a gold cross, and a wooden abandoned.
And they all go around a premature burden.
Hypocrites, hypocrites, hypocrites, hypocrites...

We're all a little sick!

Insoluble dialogue is overpowering.
In the eyes of the opposite where we saw shock
Died day and everyone is tired, we won and proved nothing.