Текст песни BetLine - Дежавю

You woke up in the night,
Again deja
Goosers run.

I revealed my wings
Wanted to fly away
But laughed fire.

And here is a paradox:
I and wise, and stupid.
Tell a certain
Only empty sound is heard.

If silence is gold,
Then I am extremely rich,
Lord I can not!

If I live,
Then at night
I wake up in the coffin.

I lived my heart to me
I am a product of vivisection.

And eyes like radar.
Broke the program,
Third days without sleep.

And you need a reboot,
Whether to pass on the metal.

Chorus:
Rass the heart to me
Send to a landfill.
I stayed in that environment
Where there is no feeling and suppressed.
Victims of indifference like dishes in the menu.
Is it all in the matrix failure or deja?

Bullets, fragments, screams, killed
Tightening war? No, rather blitzkrieg.
Will we with allies or enemies?
Although the explosion was once paralyzed,
But I feel no feeling for me.
Rubikon, Rubicon, Rubikon passion,
No options here
To retreat it too late.
So the output is one: go only forward
Hay!

I am your pill with poison,
You are my placebo.
I am a terrible monster for you,
Evil black ceris.

I am afraid that inside
And you are what is outside.
I want to believe people
But I'm soring something.

Lost in my soul of my eternal autumn,
I do not drink for answers,
And to forget questions ...

And only one thought does not allow me to rest:
Are you something low or unearthly?

Chorus:
Rass the heart to me
Send to a landfill.
I stayed in that environment
Where there is no feeling and suppressed.
Victims of indifference like dishes in the menu.
Is it all in the matrix failure or deja?