мир идеален
We're stuck in a place so dark,
You can hardly see, the manner of matter,
That splits with the words I breathe,
And as the rain drips acidic questions,
Around me, I block out the sight and the,
Powers that be, duck away into the darkness,
Times up, I wind up in a rusted world,
With eyes shut so tight that it blurs,
Into the world of pretend, and the eyes ease open,
And it's dark again
From the top to the bottom,
Bottom to top I stop,
At the core I've forgotten,
In the middle of my thoughts,
Taken far from my safety,
The picture's there,
The memory won't escape me,
But why should I care?
Current music: Linkin Park - Frgt,10
You can hardly see, the manner of matter,
That splits with the words I breathe,
And as the rain drips acidic questions,
Around me, I block out the sight and the,
Powers that be, duck away into the darkness,
Times up, I wind up in a rusted world,
With eyes shut so tight that it blurs,
Into the world of pretend, and the eyes ease open,
And it's dark again
From the top to the bottom,
Bottom to top I stop,
At the core I've forgotten,
In the middle of my thoughts,
Taken far from my safety,
The picture's there,
The memory won't escape me,
But why should I care?
Current music: Linkin Park - Frgt,10