Текст песни Ricochet - Парадигма

New products overvalued ideas
all so similar in their otherness.

Their emptiness squeaks on the teeth
itchy elbows and lower back
it pushes to dissolve in falsehood
that is about to wake up in you a warrior.
If you feel like in you
quietly dying boy,

and the boy is dying every day!

And let the stupid jealous friends
new slogans and bright shop windows,
all of them it is hard not to notice.

And the bones begin to crack
under heavy plate,
under heavy plate routine
left, embarrassed by nudity,
with anguish by taking the poison of flattery,
you accept the rules of the game and,
and the dead boy begins to crave revenge.

And groans from severe wounds
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comes a new tyrant
as a cruel sarcasm
vengeance me
avenge me.