Текст песни 100 Атмосфер - Кладбище

Boring lecture . Prof mutters under his breath useless texts .
Stuffy and cramped. Scored asleep because because honestly :
High school - it's not the best place to meet spring , when you're twenty .
Headphones hertz , like defibrillator wake extinct heart.

But clearly something wrong in me , the feeling is growing somewhere in the depths ;
Even mild-mannered school gopotu would not hate the way I - University !
Every day asking questions : Why am I here ? Why is there no growth?
And why should I spend my time wasted on what has long been not bring me pleasure ?

" But teaching - light, ignorance - darkness, as you will without a tower ?
Here you sit on sn prestigious work lazily clicking the mouse
Let preggers saggy and swollen face , but , man, do not cum- once ! " -
"No! I'm green with thousands of concerts in a pack and you povozhu stacked on eblischu ! "

In hell get weak in spirit , those who fell, and did not go further ,
From nine to five - work , interest, salaries,
I will live as planned ! I am with those who surrendered, no way!
Clock - music, chorus , albums , concerts, fans !

Dad dreamed of becoming an astronaut , but ... became an engineer .
Mom wanted an actress , but ... it took accounting.
And these two voices in stereo told to pursue a career ...
Do you seriously think that I would be you, losers , listen with such an example ?

" No, you must understand that not everyone can ... Sometimes you should not try ... " -
" Belay that ! The winner is the one who takes his own, and I will not give up so easy .
I'm your "abide - slyubitsya " fed eggs, you would hide in a burrow , fear
But I tell you I will laugh in the face ... "You will not work ! " Yeah, thanks for the add. motivation !

A heavy dull work - let him go away . Does not roll.
Not that I'm lazy with a dream to lay on the couch in a bathrobe.
I'm ready to plow like a crab on the galleys , but I want to see a return :
I sharpened my skillzy - my track loomed on the radio. A friend unlearn - and rotten Uncle !

From here and triples in zachetke , absenteeism, depression and deductions
It's not laziness , and that your brain is not made for this pointless crap !
That is the reason everything else - the investigation ! As I walked away with a third year ?
Awww ! I regret that I did not go away after the first session ...

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When your heart is longing compress an iron grip
And you realize that was not where he wanted ,
On your personal cemetery behind shabby fences
Out of the ground like flowers, get out the rags bodies!

After all, how many did not bury skeletons talents
They never too late to go back to the light !
Everything behind - the grave slabs and close the pit ,
Welcome to the world of the living ! Now you're undead!

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And all these people around - were a bunch of lunatics ,
And you think , if you sleep and have to wake up soon ,
You, like Neo , waiting its hour and do not believe in everything that happens ,
But no! All this epic failure is your life , and it is - real!

Every hour you spend on something that you hate ,
You are cut off from the mission that was ,
For which I was born , grew, and those who have.
Are you sure that you should now be really here ?

Indeed, over the years you could become a master of anything ,
I know you know the feeling , as if you created quite another .
They lured you to the cemetery, the middle of nowhere to hell!
But you , as I did once too vosstanesh from the dead !

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