Текст песни Тысяча имён - Схемы

Torturing myself pangs of death,
Selling love, you think a penny.
Theorists life and genius of truth.
Artificial this world problems
In this life does not understand and does not move,
Although all is well.
Every day I dream that everything was simple,
To those people I know, not trying to spoil
His own life.
So you just want to forget sometimes,
Hide in a corner IRS
Nothing was taken.

Chorus:
Standard scheme sad drama,
The forgotten people, forgotten signs.
Just like in the TV series conceived by the standard,
But the people are broken, and the actors did not think ...

Uncertain opinion, fear of their own words.
This world is in a twilight eclipse burns.
For a long time the debate is finished, it's time to admit defeat,
But no, no no answer.
Exquisite conceit, instead of the brain
Software, not life, but self-deception.
This infinite accident
In life as frame by frame
And do not come out in any way.

chorus