Текст песни Оксид Крика - Четыре

flame Sparks huddle in the back of your pupils,
Grin chipped teeth instead of a smile on his face,
Do you hear the crunch of the tightly clenched fists shot down into the meat,
And to feed the bubbling rage, you are looking for goal! ..

By slipping the face tears, wet haze wall
Floats and you swallow salt, leading to the shift of consciousness.
You only then zarassuzhdaesh "why?" and "whose fault is it?"
Your cruel despair of tears you cry! ..

Keep in captivity
In tearing thoughts
You can not sink - stand ...

On the pavement your body translates to moan,
Your torn lung spits blood into his hand,
You do not remember who did it, you're relieved -
And the pain burns your thoughts, injuring every thump of the heart ...

And maybe you will manage a couple of meters crawl,
And maybe you want to breathe a little more,
But seeing how much life you can not save yourself,
And seeing what death is, you do not have time to tell you! ..

Your four forms of burning eyes,
Your four forms are no longer with us ...