Текст песни C-One - Цепь Фрустраций

Sometimes the world is cruel, sometimes you are no one and the lowest grade
Keeps the number of your victories, but remember this is only a number,
Among the chronic struggle, whose layer of panic patients, hours,
Personality and number of wars

To hell with the good songs! With them for months, needles and blades -
It was in my head that I made you perform such actions!
You in the flow of people put experiments with the heart, but under the ribs only concrete fortresses
In which I searched for my & quot; I & quot; - Congratulations, in the end a few ...
And I was always here as a link
In this chain, between you and all the noise of this world
And let me pseudo-blind, these people are all like glass - are visible through
Do you remember how you opened your eyes? "I've been following them since!"
This world is yours and no one can take it away
Remember that you are dead to them.
I gave an occasion to be me!
This is not the first frustration, but the flesh does not hurt!

There is nothing more, only the result -
We will kill this planet with silence!
The world will bury all individuals of lower forms alive
Are you alive?! - you are a living representative of your own phobias
There are no more usual norms
It makes no sense to escape - under you rotten floor!
Even the blind man sees in our guise a pain ...
You're alive, but there's nothing here anymore !!!

Potential would be exchanged for noisy entries -
Protection of plants through the human prism
The neurasthenic protests and a terrible attack
As a consequence, we are here shoulder to shoulder with murder!
There are more paradoxical thoughts in my head, but there is no place for pain, it's c ...
Against your background, which is even more unstable
They caused a chain reaction - many quickly died!
Now voices in the minds of people are saying " Get out of my grave !!! "
And we will tear them to pieces, by their invented, trivial space
In an attempt to remember me, hundreds of plaques were erected ...
They did not understand the danger that I had carried them for centuries
That even inhaling air can reach a lethal dose!
And I'm a unique bridge from the regalia of tears to the habituation of the brain,
Set of verbal ways of recreating mental monsters
In the subconscious of people, which with each moment is colder
They pushed the bars of the cage-the Faraday cages

There is nothing more, only the result -
We will kill this planet with silence!
The world will bury all individuals of lower forms alive
Are you alive?! - you are a living representative of your own phobias
There are no more usual norms
It makes no sense to escape - under you rotten floor!
Even the blind man sees in our guise a pain ...
You're alive, but there's nothing here anymore !!!

There is nothing more, only the result -
We will kill this planet with silence!
The world will bury all individuals of lower forms alive
Are you alive?! - you are a living representative of your own phobias
There are no more usual norms
It makes no sense to escape - under you rotten floor!
Even the blind man sees in our guise a pain ...
You're alive, but there's nothing here anymore !!!