Текст песни Факел - пресс

Cloudy morning cold meets us
After a night without dreams.
The dialogue gave the lips a salty aftertaste.
Do you notice the smell of faded flowers?
Do you discern the brilliance of my eyes in this dark room?
Between us there is an empty place from which it is seen through an anguish.
(Despair, jealousy and stress)
Silence crushes like a press.
A splash of sarcasm is my clumsy shield.
No room for maneuver
slide down an endless spiral ...
You are a pricked glass prism that transmits light turning it into bizarre patterns. Stale human tissue, squeamish to gentle touches. The fencer’s focus is in front of the carcass, but you won’t give an eyebrow by injecting with another carelessly thrown word.
To hurt is your personal paradigm.
But still, I will miss you.