Текст песни KseroN - Пока ты спишь

It seems there is no one at home
Ka Ka Ka seems the remnants of the soul perished in me ...
And yes Even I myself got confused about who I am and where I am,
Empty ideas go to the head, In this war ...

You can not win ...
You're going crazy in your alter ego ...
But not so one ...
You will not be cured by Mother Teresa
So so so ...
What for today for a victim
Death came to their concert ...
We will lynch and cut

You can beg for mercy, ask for forgiveness, but I'm not the Lord God
And against me your attacks on defeat, blind - sea battle,
I eat screams and the taste of blood is not bad, you're through the monitor
You see how the river is pouring pain and no one but I'm not so bad

Welcome ... I like to offer you a good host to take off the top ...
Exit there, but there is no key, you can not open the door, but the key? You'd better not know where ...
I will take care of your children and you can leave me your women,
After all, you literally and figuratively will be buried in your own bile

And your salvation is a path to nowhere, you suddenly realize that you are too tired ...
everywhere children's memories, plans, hopes but all of you
Closer, closer to death
And all that valued put under attack, you neglected life - the price is high
Where is your place and what did you become, only
Uglybit, you're only a suicide bomber

It seems there is no one at home
Ka Ka Ka seems the remnants of the soul perished in me ...
And yes even the features of people will simply be forgotten
Empty ideas go to the head, just believe

It would be better for you to leave,
Until you found you in the closet of the skeleton,
Full of those murders ...
Where did the claw victim run away
How come, are you alive?
But do not grieve to correct, I am now, you are wounded
Wait ka in a coffin humbly

All my masks are on the shelves, but on the face are still paints - tattoos,
From someone else's blood, but as a master at the canvas - and your haste for a long time ...
I will enjoy every bleeding from your convolutions, the crunching of bones and the breaking of stories
You'll never know this truth & quot; But why yai? & Quot;

And I love the succession of these memories,
You break out, you fight in tears and pray, as if you were in a confessional ...
After all, your whole life is fucking garbage, friends - all corrupt, and a bowl of medals
Shove her know where? ... Welcome to my world ... and without comment