Текст песни Thornsectide - Noir

Consider hours that in false promises spent
Where are you, who are you? What did you get?
And did it come?
What a dozen years passes by.
What do you have but imaginary extreme?

Acute sensations plenty,
Only full of torment -
That I could not, and there is nothing
In addition to suffering.

Feel the emptiness inside
And not to wake her dance floor -
Pseudo mastery of intrigue -
Everything that will grab will.

Remove on the neck
Nights very loud -
Rubbing hands
Ambritia debris.
Your committing -
Duma, doubts.
Time stalk
Burning alcohol in palm.

Do you feel the nerves tension and smell Gary?
Night at night, day after day - the same type of your script.
To change at least something, but there is no strength -
Time, desire ... and before they did not find them.

<...>
Late to build something
In the body of the pseudo-old man
Unrequited quiet Schlip
The child responds.