Текст песни Season of Melancholy - Violent

Out of myself, out of myself,
Loosing the feeling of the heart-rate control.
Whispers from the depth of the mirrors
Make my fingers stretch the corner of wall.
This is beginning of truth,
A beginning of woe,
A beginning of chase - the eyes haunt me.
And I’m running away, running away, running away from me…

Stopped in the tunnel and no light that may lead -
Never depend on the voices in me.
Sick brain, motherfucking obey
And a head on the rope,
Empty vessel’s away with my hope.
I crawl like a spider -
Like a slider,
Taking the bullet to crash the
Paranoid abusement -
I am going down, down, down…

Voices getting extremely insane,
Self-impacting victim of violence,
Playing the game,
Change a general masterplan.
Crashing obey and no limits ahead -
Truth gets naked by pressure of violence.
Bullet trance
Turns a soul into a stain.

My vein is naked
My essence is out of control
Play with me the violence
Going down, down, down…