Тексты песен «5th Projekt»

When it comes yr time, fall into the flight of passion. When all is naught, lose yourself on the inside; Between the middle where all thoughts lie. Are you alone or are you? Save everything And save you From one...

Through the coil I catch the bus Struggle to keep standing up This is what takes me far away from then And I don’t know anything About time and the state of mind Whatever works to get me out of here will do...

Talking about my mouth you’ve got me distracted You think I belong in this world of solid objects You want to transfer ghosts to humanism. Diverted from regaining my own natural rhythm Shaded from what I know I’ve...

in a coma i dreamt of a world of mouth to hand metal ships sailed through sea of black to disappear walls of glass some shuttered in the uniforms dulled with grey shadows littered about paper pink lay discarded...

They hid the stars in a dark night and never Thought that they would survive without sunlight. Lay down, we'll blanket you in darkness. Now I won't do that again because It hurt too bad and now I... Miss myself. I...

Make it a good one this time Scramble, clamber to unearth your claim Don’t make it a loss this time – you’re going to butt in You’re going to find your competitive side Walking into a disposition that you never...

So god painted her with sore eyes and cold lies You add a little inquiry Do you know how to get inspired by these people By god, don’t you hate them all They’re waiting for the rain cloud Above my lane in a golden...

They appear as quickly as they escape, these dreams and revelations. Just before I attempt to explore, they depart, leaving empty space… so how can you pilot the planet? how can you be insightful change? and how do...

You've got sugar in your tongue tonight and a sweetness in your hair. Yet, you still try to psychoanalyze the things that vanish into thin air. These banterings cover all sides of the sphere like the universe to you...

dangerous; the laden movement of The Dark. a fading twilight on the Confident Hoax controlled (by the fear of meaning mistaken by a sadist's vision and patroned by the wooden sword) if this is called heaven, a...