Текст песни TSR X ACE - COLD COLORS

TSR:
I do not see anything as if the sun had gone out
At night, the flame blazed blue, foul after
Bonfire burned left only coals-memories
Space, blackness riveted attention

Space emptiness and consciousness in the darkness
Shepard does not help, breath churns down calling
Touching the SR-2, it flies away forever
And there's no choice anymore down my eyes

And then everyone is busy and so happy with each other
Reality no one is scared into a corner
You are all too cool, about this many weapons
He closed his eyes with black smoke, Delsen Rowe

I try to keep bright moments in my memory
Exhaling, I calm down without forgetting about that fragment
Do you still remember and get mad at me?
Cool down, have fun, trying to replace

Yes, I have understood everything and I will not recall myself again.
Conversations seem more and more useless
And again the headphones in my ears, I'll come closer to the dark
She is closer to me, although one and only thoughts in my head

Here the black color prevails, it enveloped the streets
The light of street lamps, the dead come tarnishing
Extinguished hopes, like a flashlight-sat a battery
All this is not really the story of Alan Wake

ACE:
Under the Euphoria I see red walls
Ego created, unwanted vision.
You are already in a maze, and fate can not be changed.
If you throw meat, they will tear apart in a moment.
different destinies ..
guy walks with a girlfriend,
and whoever Alone in bed cuddles the pillow.
I do not look back and I'm looking for a goddamn outlet,
But monsters in this world will never be full.

Life, right? Mistaken the fact,
The body burns, give the vaccine a fever.
Everyday life is everywhere, everything is chained over the years.
Above the window, Satan watches with horns.
Veins contract, the shadows end in strength,
Eating blood, they need plenty.
The sinful design, having passed through the heavens of testing,
Suspended corpses bleed without attention.

Death is not a cause, a mockery of a whip.
Old scars flooded. I aspire to before,
After all, your number will be dialed by an unfamiliar person,
threatening to take life in a few years.

And soon there will be no Happy End, but Blood Story.
Seeing the spray of blood, knocked over from the throne.
We accumulate aggression, we help the World to Slow.
Red color guides us forward - Mirrors Edge
All this century I have in vain overslept,
I became cruel look at the red eyes.