Текст песни ВАНТУЗ - МОЗГ

The brain is unnecessary with my head fired
For being oneself and the whole world dissatisfied
Looking for reasons of discontent in itself
And while sitting at home I saw all the flaws outside the window
Alone, he did not paint but made frames
And thoughts like fleas jumped no higher than a can
And all that I called then the feeling was a feeling
Signal for frontal lobe after brain delivers opinion
That's all I have for now is enough
We say goodbye as much as it hurts.
And my whole experience where I am only from the position of ego
I give children as a teenager a designer from Lego
And what would seem stronger at this moment goodbye
I will repeat the spell who are you goodbye
Vaughn go I scream out the window throwing belongings
Live now without me crawling quieter snails

I am a prisoner of feelings and not of reason
As an infection to me
Again my base is on fire
For two contacts only phase in the ground
This flows from outside
Where the wind whispers the wave
The answer lies in the depths

I see minutes fly by on the clock.
Eyes open slightly lips painfully closed
I did not put the question myself I would not understand the answer
It doesn't matter who I am or where I am or how old I am
This is the tragic ending of that funny start.
Just my submarine to the bottom of the sea got
No one hears a signal whose signal is not present.
How can I not see the window of the window in which there was light
My illusion is not and on top only pressure
While I hear my breath and heartbeat
I think this is enough for the time to live
Alas, a sinking boat without a captain does not surface.
He knew her leverage and all maritime laws.
Pressure nodes and where the danger zones
Cleverly bypassed them on the cards that did not leave
And I'll die right away without knowing all these rules.

Trying to make a move but immediately feel the pain
In the forehead on the sensor red fuel level zero
To speak now as before with one hundred votes.
But I can only hear my own voice with my ears.
Of course I would suppose
What a sinful thing I consider this event death
Where then is the bright light at the end of the big tunnel
And how long can a week last here?
I found myself alone at the bottom
The remnants of the memories are like heavy spoon
But I myself am on the hook just a thin thread
And only knot one prevents it seems to float
And everything is really so there is no more accurate these words
He gains freedom who does not need a catch
Having lost everything to the end we will be able to understand it.
What is not possible from the bottom of those who do not believe to get it

Having lost everything to the end, I began to understand more clearly.
What but the highest I have nothing more to lose