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专辑:《Insomnia》

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A habit that won't be broken and a hug that won't be discussed

It's me plus a thousand version of myself and we're all hypocrites like you

A voice always holding me back, everyone can change in front of a closed door

We walked the streets like moving targets in Athens, Sin City

Let's go

Some days

We just move forward

With nothing to hold on to

And if I'm afraid of the thing's to come

I know we have to go there

Let's go

Into the smoke

That's how I learned to explore in pain

Nothing touches me. I just talk and laugh

But it's been two years since last time I slept

The night lasts too long, this will be the last bottle

Rolling thunder, like a burning garbage

Filling the vessel and the cup, waiting for the week end to rise up

Always offset nothing to declare

Faded eyes, decaying carcass

Always derailed,no more details

Unwrapped heart that won’t start again

Sparky grain of salt, summer in balaclava, winter on tanktop

Sequential cartel, we’ll be robbing all the stars from the skies

From a city center balcony

Pushing the tip though center of the earth

Your eyes cries the screen as if you were bleeding

You want to fly like a bird but you know

You don't have the skills

I dive into bed to rest and it looks like a sea

It looks like you're going to drown

Turn on the light, he says, turn it on so you can see me

I'm not the same person at night

Don't look me in the eyes, maybe you'll get lost

I drag the darkness with me

And the wait for the sunrise

Search as much as you want, search as much as you want

Here you won’t be able to sleep

The night fascinates us, on the edge of abysses

The evening comes sitting, picking up the phone

I lost my mind, but not the ignition

Dancing with rats into an opaque fog

City nerves, beacons thunderbolt

We come out from the void all dressed in black

Quick and dirty letters, indelible place

Electric air, tangible rage

Sometimes insomnia feeds my dreams

And my pen tells me that there’ll be no truce

Writing a pamphlet between brackets

A last verse before the dawn comes

Do you love me for what I am or what I do?

For who I am or what I write

For what I say when I'm drunk

Or for what I think when I fall apart

For this year I have a new plan

Don't imagine something big

Manage not to die and take a little more care of myself

I'm digging rigid foundations but look at the leaning floor

We're good with words

But it's in action we get stuck

It takes work, struggles, and sacrifices

It’s not one who gives and another who takes

Relationships are like fire

If there's no air, they shrink

Melancholy don’t wait after time, madness takes over

Night crushes us with its heavyweight, screams in the night but i’m deaf

Shh don’t tell when you smell deafeat, shame, killing the devil and a roaring smile

comes in my head

Step after step, I tamed the demons who were crushing and choking me

I saved my head, but I ripped-off some tufts

Drink to forget, were condemned to oblivion

Drink to spill out sadness in a night of defeat

The clock ticks to the rhythm of mine

And I dance under my sheets before falling asleep

The click taps in my head and I rap at midnight just before falling asleep

All my dreams on note books, you better not analyse them

New chapter, novelists wants to keep me down

Another ride around the block, every night I turn

Waiting for the first coffee, for friends from the market

The day is already wasted, it’s hard to manage

Disapointed look, don’t tell me "I swear"

I tell you "I’ll go where you go", I’m a player one

I have a double-face, and the facade smile

I toss and turn in the sheets at night when I can't say what I want

I take a picture of the city with the lyrics, then I giggle on the beat

I don't know how I got here.

I don't have much to tell you.

I don't understand what I'm doing.

And I write and I write, and I know that in the end

Everything I've planted will bear fruit

Riding down the painful rainbow with its monochrome shades

In a colorless kitchen, everyone choses his own pain killer

The clocks are hardly ticking

Tonight we have insomnia

I’ll stare at the ceiling, its flatness tells a lot

i’ll drown the vial, compromise my last decision

Tonight we have insomnia

We walk though sidewalks

When they go to bed, you turn around in exhaustion

You wasted your reserves, soon it will be winter

When they run, you dance on the edge

You tell me "So be it!"

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