Текст песни замкнутость 8 - нет ПАНАЦЕИ от самокопания , ЕСТЬ ЛИШЬ ПЛАЦЕБО

sometimes I hear a scream from inside
see blood on the tiles but still
never talk enough
little comprehended
with me in the mirror says
Light flashes in the bathroom
and then the little that remains
after the last outbreak
Ozar broken lips
wide pupils
who saw their own holes
cold corridors on which we have not yet passed
we have matured
on the eighth day of the week

Remember that what you are now is important, pointless later
Neural networks were happy rains
at the entrance to be wet
to dry out under the open windows
nothing happens that would forever
gone emotions, remaining faithful to the mind
but in fact in preference to forget
not delve further shell image
where you are the raison d'être
no panacea for introspection, is merely a placebo
Breaking life
from thinking

and there is no turning back

there is no entry in the window
in the isolation of a happy past, childhood is gone