Текст песни Wit - Китайский синдром

Verse №1

Giving back the messages I call heaven
Save the manifest from the invasion of the monastery and the abyss.
Light blue flame before the eyes pobleknul
No more chain reaction alternating molecules.
Skills, and values ​​- is not an appropriate format
My true here indirect inconspicuous reformer.
One move can change the plains to the mountains,
But consciousness is extinguished greenhouse effect.
Destiny on the verge of choice: There is a force of will or pistol,
Meteor showers or ruthless people in white
With the eyes of earthly angels and ghoulish grin
Warmed by a snake under my heart my nerves badly shabby.
The human soul is full of petty tribal ciliates
None of the candidates did not find malice in my gaze
Do not cut putёy starting at the fork road,
Rushing recklessly, crawling like a demon under the skin.
Variability in the soul the hope of reality and everyday life
Firing line heart to shreds slaughtered.
In the shootout for the idea to participate more
shells falling on rotting slums anger.
Illusions shattered not glue on the remains,
How do I become a target, proper Protestants.
Shattered mandates do not stand legs
It remains to take refuge under a canopy of pathologies.
Chorus:

Fire falls down
SENSE so clear.
LIFE nightmare holiday
MORE there is no connection. (2 times)

Verse №2

I'm kind of sick of abstractions otfabrikovannyh
Arrogance will not allow a bunch of dirty stay.
Closes from schisms subtle grimace
And beyond the masks destined to be Fantômas.
Keeping the manner of a secret - a swampy mud
From the infamous oppression dubbed the commoner.
World wide ranges clouds dim
Nerves fail: NEED THEM reboot.
You can not fool the machine intelligence strategy,
She is a dark little corner wagging tail mouse.
System shamelessly you can fill in a sting
Repair within the soul all that deep stale.
Search excuses - imminent bombing,
Give me a reason to smile, I can remove all deftly.
From blind pragmatists, leaving a bright trail here
You try to guess what kind of contribution is presented.

Chorus:

Fire falls down
SENSE so clear.
LIFE nightmare holiday
MORE there is no connection. (2 times)

Verse №3

Our obyvaly microcosm still not yet full of energy
Among the man-made catastrophes my soul he definitely abused.
Any malicious thought - the forerunner of the fatal kolapsov
And instead of a glimmer of hope in the distance you can see the mountain dogs.

And Fusion antagonism something akin cries polumernym
Negative contrast decline your bows on the floor first
But somewhere inside the soul rests partition images available
This irony of the Chinese syndrome has acquired quite a different hue.

Chorus:

Fire falls down
SENSE so clear.
LIFE nightmare holiday
MORE there is no connection. (2 times)