Текст песни Cold Design - Souls

You softening, splashing
You are a bread, staggering
In mushroom feelings
On blind occasion
You are afraid to admit
At night waking up
From a broken heart
In nightmare delusion

You shout silently
Monitor lips
Trusheev tears of fear
On an empty face
You are so weak
Obsessed with dreams
And fate is steadily
You bring to an end

You think is better
Take an evil time
Ride
Or dut on the bottom
But the reality is terrible
You prepares battle
Sleep becomes a show
And not being taken

For your melting shower
Blocked by breath
For your melting shower
Cryogenic sorrow
For your melting shower
Sleepy blades Merzian
For your melting shower
Ice love
For your melting shower
Our grievous burden
For your melting shower
Our cold hypnosis
For your melting shower
Stopped time
For your melting shower
Our digital frost.