Текст песни The Rave - 451 по Фаренгейту

Full skull of rubber bullets
Full skull of dirty snow
In a world full of frustration
In a world full of losses
My role is a silent copy
Lash
We are like not beloved children of fathers
As if we were always in the shade
We run away from ourselves
Street children, rabid dogs children
That very night when the stars go out
And the doors will open
Bonfires of the Inquisition will be waiting for us
And the dark sides of our soul
We ourselves created this parody
A dream made of glass
Dream from the Mirrors
Dream of glass
And crystal prisms
Going red
A fleet of unfulfilled dreams
Dusty photos
Unfinished songs
Unsaid words

P.S. Open your eyes wider, live so greedily, as if you were going to die in ten seconds. Try to see the world. He is more beautiful than any dream created in a factory and paid for with money. Do not ask for guarantees, do not seek peace - there is no such beast in the world. \ Ray Bradbury \