Текст песни stereopsis - последний человек на планете

1 part:

I am drowning in the ocean from the sky.
Dead hands reach for a hug.
I am the last person in the universe.
With a noose around his neck and a packet of sadness in his hands.

Dreams all to hell
We are used to destinies giving everything to the stars.
Do not believe in yourself and quietly let snot.
In one pouring grief, drown dreams in yourself.

Man suffers from his own madness
The people we love seem perfect to us.
I will break into fragments when crowded,
I’ll burn all your memory of me with one touch ...

And you will find contempt in my eyes.
Crystal clear and desolate, dead
My whole life is like an evil joke of God
What a long time ago a pebble on your heart.
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Life is a point of no return.
And we lower it and spend it on the wrong people.
Today my soul has a holiday
Exactly a year, it was empty from the inside.
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These rooms are not easy after all.
Search yourself in someone else's reflection. / glass /
They do not let out opportunities.
And in agony you strive yourself to the last ...

Poisoning the views of strangers.
Remain alone in the faceless pu-hundred-te.
Tearing holes in himself.
You put your fatum from the set of bodies into the ditch.

These thoughts will lead to insomnia.
My euthanasia which year does not give a fatal outcome.
Apathy will not hide the freak mask.
And in this society I flounder like a fish in a gutter.

All these songs, as one and not a damn thing.
Someone inside me will say that it hurts to see me like that.
I inject a capsule of life into my veins with blood
As a result, I am the last person in the universe.
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Life is a point of no return.
And we lower it and spend it on the wrong people.
Today my soul has a holiday
Exactly a year, it was empty from the inside.
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2 part:

You and I don’t know how to battle.
The lack of money and hype brought here.
All your music is cheap performances.
She lacks blood-myocardial infarction.

My lines are heavier than a cavalry guard.
And you are being fooled by a nimble nonsense.
Girls carry bags with fast in busts.
And I do not believe in the purity of your dirty thoughts.

Angels descended from heaven. To check,
The truth of your palemics. Breaking the time.
Hiding in the sun, like Madame Tussauds.
When you perish, a tumbling acrobat.

Will you kill this music? Rave.
After all, it has more life than you.
Break with screams into the well of troubles.
The sun no longer smiles, sending greetings at dawn.

You will not see a happy tomorrow.
After all, your music is locked up in a punishment cell.
Fashionable sound or bucks will not bear fruit.
After all, people see you as a fag in the narrow pants of the disks.