Текст песни Вернан - Оккультизм

I turn your words into tears
In your hand is your hand
It's dust
Paper on candle flame
With a vise pulled out a toothache
Steel leaves cut edges
And they still wrote ink
But instead of words, a cardiogram of the heart
More precisely, the line is solid.
Like the horizon
So pure in thoughts
And waking to see the clouds
Severity of minutes
Vastness of moves
Like new seas
Looking back and remembering everything
A sect or something - some kind of occultism
A lone ship sailed away from the volcano
this soot on my lips can be so sweet
and besides poison - we don’t need anything else
On the deck there were pounding feet, a waltz and we
Branding their hearts with names - fools
You are not alone, and I am not alone in this world of shadows
So everyone is alike
Body to touch
The first place for a lie is a prize
And well, be a postal bird
I have an interest in keeping abreast of new history
Blow out the fire of youth
Already we are too cynical
Words warm someone
I'm stronger than a match
And alas, nothing more can be done
Pencil Vulture - Scribbled Out