Текст песни атма - Шизофрения

Look, here is my dream,
There are endless shadows
I'm so blindly covered,
Freedom of thought fucks dreams.
Maybe a moan of my soul disks the light of illusions
White sleep ...
The picture is not clear,
Why keep in chains by having worried forever
Heaven
Tell yourself afraid that everything passed,
Died
Heavyly powered conscience
Killing himself.

Gloss coins, money light
So manit and dope your mind constantly
Orgy moan, Babylon
He is so accustomed, monarchy, sweet life without accurateness
This world!

Why look in yourself?
There the darkness of the defects of cute, frightly flattering,
However, in vain ... what to try to lose falice,
But loving, it is easier easier - without heart efforts
Passion for.
After all, here all the role of the role,
In the theater of life, I do not give birth to truths, (here masks for you)
What to hide forever the mystery of clean thoughts (burying yourself)
Split your desert vessel forever (without sand)