Syncope (исполнитель: Tactical Sekt)
[bad word] back to consciousness. [bad word] back to the world of the living. Breathe deep as your thoughts [bad word] You've been asleep without dreaming Search your hands, feel your face and thoughts without thinking you're gone with no trace. We're victims of the human race. The blind and the blind in unbearable space. We've been talking without saying anything. So short a time this life of mine. We're around for nothing. We've been talking without saying anything. So short a time this life of mine. We're around for nothing. Who told you our immortal soul, was a place where our dreams were without control? Who told you that at the end of time, I'd be judged for wasting mine!? "Okay my friend, it's onto the next life for you." "I guarantee you won’t be mourned." Who told you our immortal soul was a place where our dreams whirl out of control? Who told you that at the end of time, I'd be damned for wasting mine?! "Revenge is a meal best served cold" [bad word] back to the land of Nod, We're (not) here because of anything touched by God. Don't scream or lose inspiration we're going to achieve ourselves real salvation. We want the treatment begin Stand up and prepare or just slumber again Who told you our immortal soul Was a place where our dreams were without control Who told you at the end of time I'd be judged for wasting mine! Who told you our immortal soul Was a place where our dreams whirl out of control Who told you at the end of time I'd be damned for wasting mine! Wasting mine I'd be damned for wasting mine Wasting my time!