Singer: TV

What an amazing dance
Don't stop.
Life is a dream
The dream of suicide...
I'm not tired,
I want to pay.
How much is a dream
Dream suicides?

Look up to the sky - all this dirt
It has long been the color of my eyes,
It has long been the wind my words
My useless ideas.
I will not give up the guilt,
This world will never be different.
I don't want to produce themselves,
I don't want to have children...

I don't want you to make one up myself
I don't want you to search the Holy Scriptures.
On my knees, standing in the mud, shouting to the heavens:
"Who are you?"

Open the fridge and in the sight of sausage
I feel confident that I'm sick.

And I don't need another hell's punishment enough to me this planet is for the guilty, and another hell no.

These roaches are mine, I to insult them, don't give a...

And here we are, and with us not just to cope,
Remove the rod, not enough at all.

To think about eternity, that is not for sale...

Suffering. You leave him for those
Whose the master of fear, whose life is a sin.

Can't give them all love.
This could not even their God!
Savior they only need
To lie to him and to crucify him...

We can't stay longer, we are here by mere chance...

Don't look me in the eyes - there is crashing Paradise...

Stability is death or happiness?

Stay home if scared. Then you ask: "why?" and "why us?".