Текст песни Nagual - armageddon demo муз. nevesom

I'm weak, and everything around me is aimed at that
To make me even weaker.
I regret a lot. And so much more
What I really love.
Hidden pain poison the heart from the inside
And day after day, someone is adding pain to this wound.
It's too early to draw conclusions. Who is who.
Time will tell. Time across the page will vomit
A story in which there is no faith and truth.
New day and I will grow up.
Even if I don't know how to rejoice in him.
I became the one living in fear
In a world of illusion. In a world of lies and vices
How many of us, but we are alone in our own way.
My hands rub against the sand. Despair sand
And an invincible longing.
Clutching anger into a ball of those memories
And sometimes they become, even more close.
You are left alone. But strength is with you.
And she will keep you. You don't have to think.
It's so hard to open the light inside yourself.
Pure happiness, white snow.
Your answer will stay with you until the very end.
The traces of the crown are the poems of a youth. Father's sad look.
I remember everything. I store it. After all, this is the most important thing in me.
The inextinguishable light of happiness, where are you? Are you a myth?
Or am I to blame and not worthy of you?
Sorry, I'm weak and everything around me is aimed at that
To make me even weaker
I won't be able to leave. I want to stay here with you friends.
Although I understand. That your sincerity is like a forgotten trace of the past.
What else should I do? Go away. I'm too weak. I am not here.
This is the limit - to be alone. And all I can do now
Kill this pain. Give it away for free to those who truly deserve it.
I'm not a warrior. And I'm not going to fight. Just not at all.
But please stay.

Conversations fell silent.
Forgotten for ages
and on the upper reserved seat shelf
evening after evening passes.
We finally turned sour
we were kneaded like dough.
Death is near every day
but only before her childhood ends.
Winding paths through the endless world
but the train will one day go downhill.
And I would have at least a minute at most,
and I should have time to finish my cigarette.
And falling into the abyss
into the meat with a torn muzzle.
I will understand that I lived like a mediocrity,
and I can't die otherwise.
Hello Armageddom!
Today I am umat.
I'm just a contrived dream
that will dissipate in a misty haze.
My tears are dew on the grass
before lunch will disappear without a trace.
I will remain innocent in the bathroom
torn veins flow.
I play the strings of the soul
and a straight razor is my pick.
A very old tune started playing in my head -
we always die for free.
We are at the mercy of whims.
In the gas chambers, we understand
our lives ended in a draw
in overtime,
in front is not a curve in a loop,
but just straight.