Текст песни Mental Games - МИРАЖ

In the fruitless desert of consumer paradise
Barely making, grave gray flock
Hungry, broken, mutilated, broken
Stupid hopes of similar magnets
Drawing walking, like the previous
Those who want to taste the taste that does not exist
In these parallels of the territories of the alienation
Created by those and for those who cherish
Pain, ravine, sort of something real
Manying, Manying, Fire Burning All
Who attracted An Turzhzh
This deception - Mirage ...

In the life of the maze, we are looking for a way to reply
On granite, gravestone, engravings tears
Souls of lost falling
Going to the light of death ...

Half-term naked faith time cuts into pieces
But the illusion skillfully, boldly chalk, contrary
Draws your story in the new light generations
Even more worrying, even more inquired
Yu, the shadow of veins of the colors of passionate mirages
For which the Society of People is molded by ambulance
All trying and trying to cling to at least a moment
For the opportunity to enjoy bringing to peak
Intrigues and other ambitions
Integral people in minds
Those who fell into an excitement
This deception - Mirage ...