it’s been a whole lot since i fell asleep, to stop all this dreaming and finally feel the sweet, taste of defeat, but no - i quit. i want, i want to finally breathe, out and in. -- we're heading back to the start, shallows close in behind our ways, while we watch them burn. every parallel tide has a place where lovers drown across our empty sky. -- (don't tell me that) thousand facez, this is so gross - none the same, just sad. talk to them but they are frozen it's all in my head. (don't tell me that) -- yoga pants on instagram, tons of refugees drown. those motherfuckers showing dicks on streets. you personal growth, represented by shrooms, growing on you corpse. you slowly decompose. you mouth. you keep mouth shut to get the job you never wanted to perform. you born slave with no opinion, as long as you agree to be one. -- once you hit this road to nowhere, there will be no turning back, as your time keeps running forward, causing you a heart attack. -- car je suis trop bon aux adieux, l'abandon, les non-lieux sont mes points forts, mes zones de confort. l'âme comme une maison close, une pute derrière chaque porte. mes oublié ont maillé le monde et ceux qui m'ont oublié sont encore plus nombreux. -- once told that the book was freedom, now barely holding onto my guts, exclaiming the silence into the void, i’m pulling my chest out of self-caused repression. -- я - разбавленное вино. но не моя вина, что я разбит. меня выбили, как ковер и трясли, как пустой конверт и ждали слов, но я - немое кино, ни букв, ни письма, ни пыли, лишь пустое панно. закончили не начавши, но ждут великих свершений. я сшит из разных людей, почивших много веков назад. и, наконец, спустя сотни поколений, слов, слез, войн, людей, я понял, что не совершенен. но любое пустое панно - это тысячи и тысячи возможных идей. -- i just go ahead with a rope around my neck from the people that surround me with their bullshit to condemn me. be a normie, be like all, there's some standards you should know: your opinion is shit, if you are different, you are a creep. never be your own, take a place in crowd, keep your mind close to the ground. better turn around, change the way you are, being special is called "clown". burn down all the labels, fuck you and your systems. -- неизбежность умирания в ледяной бездне, неизбежность возрождения, противостояние разрушению. -- humanity — it's falling to its knees in front of enslavement. society — seems like this era brought slavery. -- ascultă cum urlă în beznă cei mulți de furie și disperare prea umbre să-i vezi cât sunt de desculți și cât de cu coatele goale. dar marea se-ntinde și vuietul crește și-n aerul greu se ridică, iar cerul se crapă și-acuma privește cum tot întunericul pică. -- внутри стоны, мятеж, кома и брешь... сколько не тешь - нет новых надежд. не пройден рубеж к тем берегам, время не сберегал - лишь бред, балаган. я не предпалагал, что я верил врагам, а раньше ведь как?! - хоть небо к ногам. наверх как икар, а счас - нервы, накал. неврастенник и хам, я предал свой храм. чёрно-белый экран, в душе - бредни и хлам. фатум мне намекал - наверняка, будет сотни ошибок... тут нет лекал. дорога к вершинам... тут не легка. устал и смолк, будто на устах замок. сердце - в ломбард и под залог, соль на раны, а мне бы - сон нирваны, пока движется ещё колесо сансары. -- suffocating, we were left there. sorrow on our tongues. thanks for bringing a breath of lost air to our emptied lungs. -- don't tell me that… -- don't tell me that we're just dying - this is all too much. those words echo carries; they pass me by in silence, like sun and moon don't touch. and all i can say is…