Текст песни TouchTheVoid - Сплетением Красных Полос

Plexus red stripes on the cornea
Forever leave their mark
Pressure pain at all that I dream about
Irritation inflammation of the retina

Blank look under distortion selikona
Paints the world as see
As a blind artist in the painting Madonna
And for this portrait of himself he hates

Eyes are silent about many things
Pride despair above
Lonely cry of the soul
Vryatli hear someone here to see prices

The sun burns my pupils, but I feel no pain
This is the exact same star and will soon become cold
Like a bird 's eyes gouged out
And released into the wild