Текст песни МВПР - Художники

Paint the sky or the seabed
Drawing meadows is all one thing.
This requires a canvas.
My drawing is too simple
I do not take pencils and brushes
My trick is distortion of truths.
With you in a bad rhyme thought.
So that's a distortion of truths
We will not tell stories
Everyone knows very well about face swap.
About wearing masks, about changing them every day
They cast a shadow in my life.
The habit is developed to observe them
For pieces of plastic, but were alive.
These are all words, words, a game, I have not proved.
These masks leave us your eyes.
I see your inner cry
A deadly glare in the sun.
Reach out your hand, let me pull you out into the light.
Look at yourself. You are no more.
It's very scary to realize your absence
Not somewhere, but in general, I say it as it is, without parting words.
You no longer fly among the stars, among the planets.
You are not there.
You are stuck on one route.
March Judas in your cabin, forget.
We lie in a drop of life
Living in an ocean of lies
Maybe that's enough?
Maybe that's enough? Tell me.
I speak with emptiness, I completely forgot
There is a shell of matter under the rule of systems.
Where do souls go?
This is death, not winning a jackpot.

Are you happy with the new painted mask:
Smiling, they will look at her with caution.
And I'm afraid to see your empty eyes
I confess I need you alive.