Текст песни
He solves a problem
False alarm keep ringing on his phone
He's rising above. pour Chandon herself from head to toe
Wrong grown-ups give him right falling
Lucky species fucked up its six life in a row
He said: “I'm playing primitive
I'm playing lame role”
She said:””. Yes she said is nothing. She mind about ignore
It's could be paramount pictures
But director cut that scene before upcoming show
Goals of both are unreach
Field filled bleeding warriors
He is not feeling that. just drop some words in the air
“it's your laws”
It's more than game, but hide truth is unfair
Host devouring own ghosts
Treatment is useless for hear impared
Keep posing. naughty unbridled horse
He recharge the force
Her almighty grace
Locate behind devil face
“when not enough empty space for you. always blown”
Elimination rain
Drops drain on my hand
From killing myself to love without reserve
In the end
Find different between natural heartbeats
And 3AM calling
Which meaning voice of help. it's simple pleads
She is unique kind of female
But believes only in Gyza's ancient pyramyds
Plot is plain
Related for waiting for midnight train
I break true porcelain vase. her first hurt
Now she is interesting to merry dancers and whales
Want just clear the fog in her blessing thoughts
Cause
Just quench her thirst?
But already it's known
I born for more
But my blood alone
Monthly abroad
Messed up by stupid ringtones
My flame burn lower and low
Nirvana always below
Don't stuck in here for permanent gone
I choose to float from beach to horizon storms
Coil long time rolling
Caught up in the current
Boring boiling me and boiling
You are horny
But reason is unknown
I'm nevermind
Holy water in my core
Shape of secret on the background
I sold my soul
For real sunset glows
And imagine misfit girls
But when I'm home I remember your goddess lips
I'm wanted by fears
Like western films
Chears for bringing back my dreams
Watermelon rondo and blue gin
Begging freeze my brain
And getting away my mind through strange dimension's frame
Reprogramming my artificial arm
Losing it in a battle with my dark side
Probably muses keep blooming like fluids
In his prime
He was an untouchable by bullets
Feels even some breathing behind
Fusion of oxygen subdues blue skies
Soul's crying without true sorrows is real crime
