Текст песни tha mew - спящие

this is the sound of a bell this is the voice of the devil
spinning somewhere in the subconscious preparing for sleep
a woman hiding from the world under a blanket
under a blanket hiding something pouring out rivers of stinking poison
and bile on the smooth surface of a washed-out sheet with holes in places
the devil is associated with cattle
brood grazing on the ocean floor
sitting deep in the subcortex of the brain as a mental disorder
with their antics and antics
on the alms of a blind beggar who is always looking for his home
in the dark of the night
the personality god is looking for
in the cramped strait shirt in the dungeons of the room meter by meter
the sleeping woman in her dreams is absorbed in the thoughts of
what is it like not to give birth to a person
but to swallow up the inner darkness of man
with this heavy thought she crumples the mattress
the whole essence is transformed into the inversion of reality
life is created so that the consciousness of the masses of the created masses
pervert beyond recognition in being in the looking glass
every second takes you deeper into sleep
sleep as a material object presses on a woman
which goes deeper into bed with every passing second
punches her completely in this position
the second camera turns on, static out of motion
emphasizing the static nature of time and the static nature of the action
according to the time - to sleep
elastic fabric takes the shape of the sleeping
stretches with a star texture that inflames the
under it hell
and the more forgetful and sweeter is her sleep in a room illuminated by a moon wheel
the easier and sweeter it will be to dive to the depths of the bottom of hell
it flows down like a star drop it is a vacuum container of sleep
love and hate
filled to the brim with a bubble ready to burst
she is almost dead and balances like a scale on a rope
over the precipice
on the interval of the dotted line between sleep and wakefulness
between life and death
where the reality created by the Lord is not
where any form of life is just consciousness