Текст песни xane insane - no name

The shadow in the face of the morning will smear
Throw a stack of pieces of paper in a drawer -
Lines written, but not spoken,
Thoughtful thoughts, but not connected.

I know she lost everything.
I know I didn’t seek love.
I know I forgot, I scored.
I know she ruined herself.

So we live from muse to muse
In vivid visions of intolerable illusions.
The dirt in my head is tired -
It is hideously black in white.

I sing a quiet song to the wind.
By the rules, I'm not interested in living.
Drinking and getting sick is my share,
And loneliness is a payment for the will.