Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - БЕСЫ

I can not hear your thoughts is not enough silence
In my head it seemed to ruin after the war
Until late in the ceiling I have circled the demons
And my brain is tired to handle processes
I'm on a new recall that that is necessary to forget
With head-obsessed friends studying
Until astral grin Satan brings mourning
But spreads his arms silently shaking shoulders doctor
Devils celebrate winning me dining at night
Counterclockwise rotating nut dark keys
My flight rewrote confused objectives
And my bed in the grave turns into bed
They sat me on his shoulders and dropped the veil
Like vinegar Grail of wine drunk
A sutra empty Donets already boils the dark
Thank God these creatures did not survive until dawn

I sutra completely different all left alone
Only games already run three buttons
On the second my faith produces good
And I the Lord for this give my rib
Silver Judas blind killing like poison
And the hand from right to left shows a ceremony
High flying bird, I guess the signs
Wordless prayer subcultured cereals
Repentance is a stepping stone to the holy throne
I closed my eyes the whole golden icon
And I go for the white knight to put everything on the line
My demons are real and not fictional dream
Finally there comes a thrill him
Only the conscience is not satisfied with a white black-and-play of
And my eyes were blinded by the divine light
Multicoloured actually the third planet

Yes, I myself upset and now we have become three
At high rpm spinning rod inside
Look who is constantly in the cold
From the angle of the corner it is not chasing desire and fear
With shame and pain come inside me live
I'm really at liberty only a few minutes
There was a ritual ceremony and killed himself
If the mat is my prayer that all those who will die next
House makes the weather constantly fuss
But humpback correct only the gravestone
The amplitude of a hundred emotions thickly
To digest all the silence I have long been accustomed to
Because the demons come and forgives is God
Who can help if I myself had not helped
Himself in these matters I zavralsya without blushing
To hope for change is a stupid idea

My lie and my truth, my true protection
Elixirs of my faith and my love is wound
I am holy and I'm a tyrant, I play and I drawstring
I'm an actor on the stage and under the scenes I rat
I'm a disgrace and I also thank the creator of I and I'm a spectator
I ugoza forgiveness and I was a murderer and savior
I am a calm ocean and a crazy tornado
I'm the only the shepherd and his flock of mute