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(c) Aliaksandr Kavaliou
Slump
Take me to this endless roaming
through your ways and creepy yearning.
In these post-dramatic changes,
let me softly choke your chances.
Pale skin on dead relations,
broken ode of revelations,
gales of waste
in the hand of the angst
Follow me down, follow me down!
I never will possess your goddess of dawn!
Tales of trust, the die is cast!
You better get rid of your last doubts!
Breathe this allocated space of coming eerie silence.
Sold out break and gatherings of violence.
Pressed through the womb of scaled definition.
Lies in the depth of subconscious nutrition.
It’s coming up the paths of dead,
creeps through the empty nerves,
wait till the peak of fad,
to gulp the whole earth.
Follow me down, follow me down!
I never will possess your goddess of dawn!
Tales of trust, the die is cast!
You better get rid of your last doubts!
Follow me down, follow me down!
I never will possess your mirror of crown!
Sales of dust, they’ll die in cast!
You better take them out to the edge of the glass!
In every shard of broken cast
you see the form of melted ice of your decisions, feelings, thoughts.
In every drunken way of life
you get the upset price for your ability to lie.
The world gets drift. Some slip off, slide or’re blown away,
the others stay.
It’s upside down, no possibility to turn around, or to get out.
The choice is here.
Take me to this endless roaming
through your ways and creepy yearning.
In these post-dramatic changes,
let me softly choke your chances.
Pale skin on dead relations,
broken ode of revelations,
gales of waste
in the hand of the angst
Follow me down, follow me down!
I never will possess your goddess of dawn!
Tales of trust, the die is cast!
You better get rid of your last doubts!
Breathe this allocated space of coming eerie silence.
Sold out break and gatherings of violence.
Pressed through the womb of scaled definition.
Lies in the depth of subconscious nutrition.
It’s coming up the paths of dead,
creeps through the empty nerves,
wait till the peak of fad,
to gulp the whole earth.
Follow me down, follow me down!
I never will possess your goddess of dawn!
Tales of trust, the die is cast!
You better get rid of your last doubts!
Follow me down, follow me down!
I never will possess your mirror of crown!
Sales of dust, they’ll die in cast!
You better take them out to the edge of the glass!
In every shard of broken cast
you see the form of melted ice of your decisions, feelings, thoughts.
In every drunken way of life
you get the upset price for your ability to lie.
The world gets drift. Some slip off, slide or’re blown away,
the others stay.
It’s upside down, no possibility to turn around, or to get out.
The choice is here.
