Текст песни скептический - пандора

It's not like statistics holidays in Stockholm
Prozac eternal companions with a headache
All the same prose and everyday Desert View
In psevdoasketizme discontent things simple
In a circle just damp, smoke and addictive noir
Seasonal mourning, persecution, terrible trauma
Your normality is a fiction of the principle of patient
What eats you with tears and whims
Ghosts ride in chariots of snow
beauty dawn kills vhs cassette
Autumn died? I'm a fan nekroromantiki true
I breathe in the smell of leather like character Jörg Buttgereit
Black will not hide the edge of your incarnations
All this aims to rot in the surrogate world
Just wake up, pick up your details in the puzzle
The gray-haired old man and all the streets in the colors red

Black look of human eyes
Black looks at us now!
From the corner, and who opened this Pandora's box?
to feed all be sent to this
Black look of human eyes
Black looks at us now!
From the corner, and who opened this Pandora's box?
to feed all be sent to this

A second press on the larynx mechanical press
From the Office of the celestial no news
Not interested to live in crumpled paper
Poems live according to their own notions
Bring up a sweat playing hide and seek
With me, discouraged the thick wall of dreams
Like a barricade as Mike White Stripe
I run my life but I know the way home
Flesh wrapped which takes me a bus?
Shrunken voice your pristine space, seriously
Siberian climate, and again during puberty
Deja vu again shows the way to the graves
And shops that entice showcases light
It is necessary to wash the head of the inside dirt
Disharmony in the sound of the flute the gutter
City of sick, black becomes noticeably