8d Audio, 8D Effect, Глубокое расслабление, Клубная музыка No More Pain

I’ve been counting the cracks in the ceiling plaster for three days straight.
The rain outside is heavy, carrying a bitter, metallic weight.
I can hear the pipes groaning behind the bathroom tiles,
While the traffic outside stretches on for miles and miles.
Nobody calls, and honestly, I prefer it that way.
There is absolutely nothing left for us to say.
But the silence is starting to sound like a low-frequency hum.
I’m waiting for the numbness in my fingertips to come.
The television screen is flickering with a dead blue light,
Painting ghosts on the walls in the middle of the night.
And I feel the pressure building up behind my eyes,
As the city underneath me slowly deconstructs and dies.
It’s too late to fix it, it’s too late to turn around!
I’m letting myself sink deep, deep into the ground!
Let the water rise up, let it fill the room,
Let the dark cello play us into the gloom!
I am letting go of the anchor, I am letting go of the chain,
There is no more pain!