Текст песни Чарли По - Всё бред

Fill every moment of pain
Kill yourself, love for them
That life, that death - is not an option
On that note, this light - hell

All darkness
And the corpses covered with dust
And the air smells of rot
And it is too late to choose

All dream
Around one unreality
In the words of that same banality
And I do not want to lie

Chorus
Again
You look empty eyes
So what,
If paradise for a long time under the feet
In a couple of meters from us

What for
You look in the bright sky?
And who
Arranged to hell on earth?
But later, he is already here

All nonsense
Go mad - it is fashionable
You can love as much as necessary
But it is not others, but himself

All rubbish
We - the food of the gods, it is clear
The soul is like rotten meat
We no longer believe in you

Chorus

What a moment that forever - everything is fine
To love and to believe - so dangerous
That life, that death - is not an option
On that note, this light - hell