Текст песни cryxdie x soulsadpoet - цветом неба

Happiness like pickle
under one of the dead feet
unnecessary words
Split, sticktplip
in the ground boots,
washed out of fate
And what is the essence of:
If the fate is proud,
while your life is not a cake
where does not emphasize the red Word
And every door opens on the contrary,
Only there nobody.
and you can break it
beat the threshold
But not knocking, passes.
To the rest of my cold from the rear instead of the wind
and foreman my heart color sky
The fact that someone "scumbags" - it's time
Hug me and frozen my body.

Not everyone is ready to understand me
broke all the wings, but you need to fly
and decaying under the tracks about the past
Pour poison in my dirty throat

I just wake up something strange
killing months closing wounds
long ago everything is not plan
But I am devoted to my karma

my life
break me about stones
But do not close your shutters
We fight and try to close from this world.
From this world