Violent (исполнитель: Season of Melancholy)
Out of myself, out of myself, Loosing the feeling of the heart-rate control. Whispers from the depth of the mirrors Make my fingers stretch the corner of wall. This is beginning of [bad word] beginning of woe, beginning of chase - the eyes haunt me. And [bad word] away [bad word] away [bad word] away from me… Stopped in the tunnel and no light that may lead - Never depend on the voices in me. Sick brain, [bad word] obey And a head on the rope, Empty vessel’s away with my hope. I crawl like a spider - Like a slider, Taking the bullet to crash the Paranoid abusement - I am going down, down, down… Voices getting extremely insane, Self-impacting victim of violence, Playing the game, Change a general masterplan. Crashing obey and no limits ahead - [bad word] gets naked by pressure of violence. Bullet trance Turns a soul into a stain. My vein is naked My essence is out of control Play with me the violence Going down, down, down…