Текст песни QcheR - Спектакль

The lights of the ramp are blind,
They are wounded by light,
My hymn to the drama is sung and
Gray ashes will be text.
Faceless artists
Without facial expressions on the faces
My world is behind the scenes here ...
The first call, and the audience settled in their seats.
Dead silence. Outside the world, the world stopped breathing.
The director, bared his fangs, looked around the hall,
Adrenaline through the veins, at the limit of the nerves. The first act.

I.
SO! It's no longer funny, and the performance will be delayed by similar acts,
Skin in scratches, what was accumulated, poured out, although they were patched up
Repeatedly old wounds and close the final of the vocalist "Nirvana"
On the card table! No options! Not a royal flush and not even a pair.
I lost ... And it's time to pay all bills.
Poverty ... I in vain found that the rival to me here is not a couple.
The report is given ... I will not have time to say the last "goodbye"
After all, they do not honor the saint and are already reaching out to their shoulders.
Cold fingers on the neck crocheted the movement and shake with frantic force,
I am London, which is fanned by fire, and it is unlikely that I will be able to extinguish it,
The arrays of buildings will all burn up sharply, ask - do not ask, useless discharge,
After all, the dark shadows skillfully pull their mold and poison into me.
The armor cracked, I corrupted the corporeality,
The play is far from the final, but the curtain fell.
I will not drink poison, because I'm not drunk
The Lord has forgotten about us? He's just tired of whining.

The lights of the ramp are blind,
They are wounded by light
My hymn to the drama is sung and
Gray ashes will be text.
Faceless artists
Without facial expressions on the faces
My world is behind the scenes here ...
The second bell sounded like a bell in the walls
I can not go on stage, but I have to do it.
The director does not take my red eyes off me, to keep a howl,
Metamorphosis of different phases ... Hell puzzle ... Act of the second.

II.
The room is shrouded in smoke, but it is not cigarette
Soot on the windows will now hide my secret
A whisper ... Nails dug in the palm of your hand ... Shadows of silhouettes
They walk around the walls, do not stop me from using this force!
This goes beyond any common sense,
The processor does not pull, the system hangs, the hard drive is clean, the brain - hasta la vista,
I quickly pierce my eyes into their faces, there are many, so many ... I lost count,
As viruses pour into my cells, the blitz party, my will of the killer.
Actors without make-up in the finale of the performance, and this, in the course of the end, is not it?
If I could, I drew pentacles on the floor with chalk.
Would lead the runes an amulet along and across, but will there be any use?
In the scenario there were no such acts .. How so? This is the main role!
I did not want to play in your tragedy, thank you!
Because of you, my demons are all free and here, they stand opposite.
The culmination. The denouement. There will be no continuation.
We are not people. In this troupe, all the actors have long been dead.

The lights of the ramp are blind,
They are wounded by light
My hymn to the drama is sung and
Gray ashes will be text.
Faceless artists
Without facial expressions on the faces
My world is behind the scenes here ...
The premiere of this play took place a quart before
The third call on me will strike a funeral march
This is my full house. There were no seats left in the hall.
Finita la comedia. Blood-red curtain.