Mind

歌詞

You must die, in the hell there's no more place for you You are already the past that fallibly beats its breast I would remain passive If your crusade didn't have such a past As always I can exist beyond your world I've stopped taking care of consciousness of the fool I am the thought, the great law of needs You won't understand, why I think in a different way And I don't give a shit about the curse of the cartoon god Laughing I consider only as the nature of the past thing You must die, in the hell there's no more place for you You are already the past that fallibly beats its breast Oh, you have to just for a moment feel your thoughts through me In inconstant stream of supposed prophecies I am the only one who understood that lost I could have finished that long time ago or looked for confederates Everything's got its price, only a coward misses his honour "Disgrace is the ambiguity of need" "Yes, I found a grave full of the resurrected spirit And soon I felt the irony of this whole world. Because when I was taking the robe off in a big fear, I saw my corpse turned into the honey-cake."