Я слышу голос овощей (исполнитель: Бешеные овощи)
[bad word] [bad word] memoryofamelody Verse1 Carefully cut within the lines. Chiseled deep from all the lies and carved away. Held together by the tie, a string of thorns and cries. history full of fears. Lust is all that can be seen as those lips seductively pull me, they pull me in. You're blackened heart is your present pain blackened by a past of misery and shame i paint a smile Upon your face not knowing that you're just a waste. [bad word] Pale face white as ghosts - Like the sky in your eyes Lips sketched with my blood - It's burning my flesh i in denial - As i past on my smile Soon your mask will fall - It's clipped by a thread Verse2 I'm so confused by what you do and i just wish i knew, Then you look to me cutting through me leaving scars and wounds Thin porcelain piece of glass, placed carefully just to mask You're [bad word] up past... Lust is all that can be seen as those lips seductively pull me, they pull me in. You're blackened heart is your present pain blackened by a past of misery and shame i paint a smile Upon your face not knowing that you're just a waste. [bad word] Pale face white as ghosts - Like the sky in your eyes Lips sketched with my blood - It's burning my flesh i in denial - As i past on my smile Soon your mask will fall - It's clipped by a thread Bridge (You're Mask; You're Eye; You're [bad word] In Lies) I paint your face with all i am and i have nothing left I paint a smile upon your face to hide my pain again. I'm seeing clearly what you've done and who you really are And i can do is be like you and cover up my scars.