Antigama piosenki

Lit golden tree crowns with millions of fires That showed me the road to the world Were charmed by the sight of stone on the grass Grey mirror of sky You have more than you think Than you can imagine When you are proud Standing praying on the sunset 

I'm in the middle of nowhere Nothing to do but grow my hair Drinking vodka and Jim Beam foo I got a bitach and she won't be fucken true Cinstone Fuck you Bitch! 

A sleepy bassplayer A visit at the dentist A family dinner A saute fried eye The bassplayer is drinking buttermilk A woman on a poster Springtime air Synthesis 

The most demanding enemy sneaks in silence planning the next blow the opponent inside the insolent my inner enemy has been my brother a moment ago the foe inside love to destroy destroy to salvage the most demanding enemy merging wi...

I play the logic of events where I look everything dies with no surprise i count down seven five two, seven five one, seven five nul the restrictions start to crumble with no effort no analysis I count down and i cant's stop thirty o seven...

There's not much left to see from here This place is too far away Solitary place Not a word is spoken here I should have announced it long ago I cannot see anyone I cannot feel the hours passing This place is too far away I can't remember how I got her...

Ending an unreadable sentence I forgot about myself retreating I remembered that I was hungry That might be harmful Yopu can never risk anything Anyhow Anywhere For the last time 

There's silence so bright Imbued with instinct There's power so intensive Born before the thought There's gravity like penance Always when you hope There's blasphemy of a child against his mother There's time standing still There's direction unreachabl...

There used to be the days when standing proud you'd seen the aim the moments no one will take away without hesitation into every head you used to spew the lies surprised by the torments the others had you understood nothing but enjoyed...

I live for you For you I have to believe I swallow everyday I don't want to create my world Just for myself War - suffering screaming War - suicide, a dream of War - fatal War - children War - take me to War - become like War - god I live for you...

Wounded butterfly run over by the tires of a car Fucked up by an accident It's still moving in mud Just a moment till something runs over it again Till something crushes it again Does it still have a chance to live Does it have a chance to live 

So scared Helpless Small Terrified Unable to do anything except to beg With rage Anger Fury Violence Able to do everything except to beg You have a right to remain violent Just like us In control Pulling all the strings Violent