Текст песни pyrokinesis - Райское наслаждение

in semi-residential areas
There were few people left and there were enough half-dead,
grabbed by the throat insomnia
and the Gorgon is not a dream, and like thunder carried away
For distant lands,
under the hood of heart-rending screams and rains,
lock me in yourself, from luscious ideas to sit under trips,
And wait
The last train on the platform of the abyss
And even if he were blind, the instruments would climb
Find a warm place
but lighter on the neck line
and strangle
in p # bld #
pantheon p # d # ditch local
I close the windows in the room and
From stereotypes crumpled by dogmas
I'm about to vomit,
My guardian angels only descended into the coffin,
And I'm close to the underworld, because,
Even confession won't help

My road to hell
It's not my fault
That he closed all the chakras
And either god is blind, or there is a defect in the retina