Текст песни Стигмата - Небо

The sky will fly apart, explode into thousands of faces
Who are we in this flock of immature wounded birds?

Words are broken
The trunks are loaded
The faces of the suffering
Time discouraged
The floor is sticky with fiery blood
Fountains of abusive words are pouring
From the lips of the righteous
Revolution is a mat of consciousness
And to hell with the realities
We rule ourselves
We are equal
On the shards of penny empires
We will build new
Sprinkled decks
Suit of diamonds

Helplessness
Personality split
Good qualities
Beyond the two-faced
Kicking the past
Trampled into the mud cynically
Realized by us
Torn apart, thrown
On the altar of doom in confusion
Crucified by nails
Fate awaits. Illumination
Will come later
When will we understand more
Let's eat up empty scum

The sky is dying
The sky is killing, dying
Leaves shadows
The sky is dying killing