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8th of september – summer, as unexpected as always كلمات اغاني

every thought i let go
every path i don’t choose
there is a habit that i don’t like at all
fear is not the first cause
for always being on the wrong side
and they don’t care why i never feel secure

kick the faith
bury the rage
we see the yellow lights, dusted
distortioned way of life
there’s a painted door with no way out
but we use it an an illusion
we never try to use our hands to open it
we only use our eyes to adorе it

well, does the yеllow light mean freedom?
is the third path the right one
i can use for my way out?

i used to ask the believer
why is he still in sin
and doesn’t know a thing about it?
yeah! go!
i used to think in a destruction in the par
there’s a problem right to be assimilated
as i feel the way i tell
try to insinuate and dwell
suffocate the brand new liberator

the seed shocked violently
blame it on the stupid heart of touch
or in the stupid destination of desire
it was not like our story
we’re faded flowers
we’re faded victims
at the black moon light
and all the sounds come back
strange and rare, similar ways
creative explosion of vast droughtness
but i felt superior, we felt superior
i can see it
do you believe in it?
do you still believe in me?
just give me one hand, baby
let’s pass through it, let’s pass through it

and if the warning was about us
do you think it was our perfect place
in which to live in?
yeah! go!
i used to think in no contortions in this side
there’s a follow down in shock reactions
yeah!
here’s the feeling, no one’s blind
try to interiorate, cause nothing’s there
came and borrowed the intoxication
yeah!
try to interiorate your tears
try to think that no one’s blind
try to feel enough dismission on this side
when everything’s alright

reveal our secrets in a word
forget about the blackest days to come
this is our last chance!
reveal our secrets in a song
forget about the blackest days to come
this is our last chance!
today the colors in the sky conspired to make me hate what i most wanted to see
how i wish to repent, and how i wish i was blind to not perceive the delicate change of all the rest of changes that stopped me out
and how i wish i could respect that bad omen’s perfume, cruel and deaf as a rainbow stabbing

is there anybody there?
is there anybody there?
is there anybody there?
is there anybody there?

- 8th of september

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