Текст песни Психея - Пена

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Stained with eyelash blood
Antennas of houses like spokes
Run away from here the evil little prince
What are you capable of doing now?
Open your eyes - you're free
You were waiting for this, did you dream about it?

I do not think that you feel better
Whatever you want, you are unlikely to get

I am nobody. I am nothing in this world
Look into my eyes what you see
Nothing - emptiness has vanished paint
Million thin needles in the slits of the mask

You thought friends would be around
Always move and look
Empty corridor and empty conversation
You measure life by breathing
Confused pulse check
Try it first
Try it from the end

You are all already dead
We are all already dead
Everything is fine
Everything is just super
Everything is fine
I just died ...
Breathe ... no matter what happens next
Breathe ...