D.E.C.E.P.T.I.O.N — текст песни (Strommoussheld)

angels are crying
in a picturesque quarantine
this abandoned paradise
is now in a cold sweet sleep

welcome to this dirty land
where hope is under the anxiety`s fog
calmness is included in a perverse spirit
mineral curse - without uniforms

D.espair was barn in the
E.xtravagant being which was
C.losed and inactive.
E.very man is a performer in a
P.antomime
T.ormenting fusion
I.am reserved to penetrate these plains
O.f infinity and eternity. I want to be
N.on-existant

the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends
this is deception...

the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
this is deception...

glasses full of angels` lies
play this sad melody
growing chaos, silhouette of coming...
deception

the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends
this is deception...

the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
this is deception...

This has never been my world
never...