Текст песни Эксайтер - Зона черного цвета

I woke up and saw all this. As if someone had detected a smile from this world. As if she came to this earth, a terrible doctor and the syringe glanced everything color. Gray Pelon Street Stayed, and someone's whisper sounded in the head, who said: "There are moments when you can not smile."

The world minus seven colors.
The battery is cold.
Outside the movietone window
And the artist older canvas.
Poor cat. Cardboard coffin.
For drugs reverse.
To give it easy, take easy.
The heart open suddenly became a cache.
No words for verse.
Favorite house under the load of past decades broke.
From the mirrors more often deems Abris wrinkles,
In vain, catharsis doctors among reference books.
Dog in the middle of the brake path.
In vain a desire in a dream to see sleep in the flesh.
Your phone after a quarrel became still dead you.
Her gently arrives at the neck.

I went out to the street and realized that none touched me this. Everywhere people walked, whose lips turned into a dash. Near the bench cried a child. He raised his eyes and, looking at me, he said that his parents were bred. I wanted to smile and say that everything would be fine, but it was not the moment.

Sixwrill without six strings.
Magi forgotten the value of runes.
Focifer in sorrow. Temple pieces
The viewer solved his work.
I'm trying to try to try the sky.
Monk to become a soldier was able.
Mercury crawls for 36.6.
On the wall of the temple of paint times three to "six".
Airplane home.
Your family is not eternal and floats under the oppression of Moir.
Leads on the cliffs vessel Captain overlooking.
Social cell experienced mitosis.
The orphanage looks constantly on the door.
The inability to change its pastoral to Broadway.
Bullet in a lonely heart of a rare beast.
Once I told me a deceiver: "I have no one to believe."

The world switched to a black tone. People saw flashes of being. Who lived his life, not knowing sadness, now sad that he burned his life. Demanding people wandered and tagged themselves something under the nose and only one man, passed by me asked me a reasonable question: "What to do?"

Weekday. Gloomy repents.
Light in the window. Someone is not sleeping.
In the lamp torn thread.
The loser continues to blame everyone.
Tracklist gives minor.
Bitter truths full of wine.
At the end of the film will die the hero.
On the approach to the planet asteroid.
Evil took revenge.
A memorial landscape destroyed to you.
The competitor became king. Jesus was a bowl
And your father, at least, a glass of clutch.

I remember the taste of blood in the mouth.
Karma alone leads upstairs, and most will be changing in hell.
On the question not a single answer.
After a white strip there is a black zone.