Текст песни март16 - социум

Socium

cold such
that if even hot metal press -
I will come down, but he will not give heat
it's like looking for hungry and skinny hand
Baby Ile Bread Bread in heartless masses.

This is how rich themselves
Arriving through the head
on the
fragile tower
greedily eaten from platinum Kalachi,
But inside them are emptiness,
And they themselves - pacifiers.

It is like a better friend to take for the enemy,
not to see all clarity, common cause
It's like in red to go to the bull,
don't know
and your limit.

and under solid leaf
Heaps and fuss
You are from the last, my friend, hold on
In the noise of sadness of this and emptiness
I do not know
No one knows
how to live
This life.