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Under the true color - lyrics

Locally desensitized

This day has not yet open it´s cage
Nothing but a fictious universe
The oceans are gonna fight for your soul
Caffeine pain is falling down under my face

The end of the sentence can´t be found on street
Irreverent minutes - plate covered with dirt
Dust is all around me breathing using hands
Over my head - closer to the sunstorm

The time loop away from my town
Hands stitched together touching by my feet
Your story - it´s as fall as that of mine as well
The chapter of a little light after my hatred

The time loop away from my town
Hands stitched together touching by my feet
Your story - it´s as fall as that of mine as well

The time loop away...
Locally desensitized

The opposite paint of the stone

Away from pain, away from me, smell so sweet
And my voice will desire you for the last time
There's so much time, nothing matters -
You know who I am and what might happen...

Into ice with a knife, into honey with a spike
I can smell you through the bubbles, through the porcelain

Away from pain, away from me, smell so sweet
And without thinking - I'll dilute myself among zeros
And the litterbin and TV news
And the journey to work, to heaven, to fucking nowhere...
To fucking nowhere..., to fucking nowhere...
To fucking nowhere..., to fucking nowhere...
To fucking nowhere...

Into ice with a knife, into honey with a spike
I can smell you through the bubbles, through the porcelain

My favourite nursery rhyme, I'll swallow you from the end
Like a whale that speaks backwards
My chime, chime, chime
Plum stuffed with almonds, coated in caramel

Come on ... you know who I am

Come on ... you know what might happen!

Bandages

On the dots, on the swings
On the knots, on the strings
On the grass in winter sleep
By one odd page, complete and compete

On the smiles - on the fear
On the dust so crystal clear
On the colours in the pulp
Up to a branch - the mother of a future catapult

You are tickling me under the bandages!!!

A kite's time table

(Come on), let´s lie ourselves to death
Behind this house
I´ll embrace you as the fog does
I´ll draw close to your coat

I´ll see my fish to your face
My jury will value
Every wrong wrinkle
Every naive attempt to tell the truth

A kite´s time table
The sounds taught
The sounds taught
A kite´s time table
The trees divided

I subscribed to this second
On all the pictures of piano
I didn´t think it would be so short
So poor when my fish decided

Behind this house of foggy time
I´m flying with one wing only
I´m flying because I just can´t go on
Stuffing the pillows with the dry skin

A kite´s time table
The sounds taught
The sounds taught
A kite´s time table
The trees divided
A kite´s time ...
Behind this house ...

Nobody, to nobody, nothing...

This is not politeness
No bad conscience
This is not a loss
No ridicule...

This is not shaking hands
No unguarded moment
I've neither come to open
Not close any door,
...any door

I'll just light the candle
And get out ...
I'll just ...

I don't want to take my revenge
I don't want to blame anybody
I don't offer anything
I don't want anything
I don't offer anything
I don't want anything

I won't ask
I won't beg
I'll just light the candle
And get out...

Pudding tapestry: Burying backwards

Undecided and a kind of backwards I'm
Getting away, gulping
Painting, exploiting
Spinning and spreading

Undecided and a kind of backwards I'm
Locking up, living
Paying and spending
Winding up, fighting

Running through and over - in a different century
Burying backwards
Running through and over - in a different century

Throwing up, burning
Returning, turning...turning
Begging backwards, painting, exploiting
Backwards screaming, paying and spending
Backwards scaring, getting away, gulping
Locking up, living, fighting...fighting...fighting
Burying backwards
Burying backwards

Running through and over - in a different century
Burying backwards
Running through and over - in a different century
Burying backwards

Ceramic

I'm reading in you, writing in myself
I'm walking through the lie as if it was the truth
I'm walking through you, as if you were her
Almost able to live with that...
Almost able to live with that...

We are ringing the ceramic bell
Standing against each other, wondering in its sounds
Standing against each other, believing this is better
Almost able to live with that...
Almost able to live with that...

I'm not disappointed
I'm not sad either
I've just put my hand into the void
Trying to live with that
I'm not...

I tried to find you for a while and I did
Now I'm trying to find you again
You - not us
You - not the two of us...!

I'm not disappointed
I'm not sad either
I've just put my hand into the void
Trying to live with that
I'm not...

No... then don´t you fucking stare
No...
Trying to live with that

Adding zeroes

Ask him?
Did you ask him?
If his wax wings dripped off
When he saw me touching you?

Ask him?
Did you ask him?
If he still licks houses´ face
In order to see you for a while

How many times he had to kill himself
In order to live for a while?

No?! Then don´t you fucking stare
Ask go ask him that fucking question
Cause it can easily be me

Master of ceremonies

I've swallowed lots of spoons
Waves that would've covered me
Windows and bridges, doors and roads
I've swallowed lots of knives...

I've swallowed lots of trees Never running, not hearing
Not pretending to be myself...
I've swallowed lots of knives...

Yet I've still got
the same name as you...!
Yet I've still got
the same name as you...!

Circling around at the safe height
I'm scared of running out of strength
Circling around, looking down
At the ashes eating ashes
...ashes eating ashes
...ashes eating ashes

Yet I've still got
the same name as you...!
Yet I've still got
the same name as you...!

Crumb

When I dive again
Hold my hand tight
Burning down in the Wave Square -
We'll recite our poems

They'll send us
Putting a stamp over our eyes
To the room, on the table
Where the naked statues sleep

They'll shave my cheeks
They'll comb your hair
They'll prepare us for anything
my autumn people

On a slice of meat
They'll harvest the crops flying
I´ll propose to you
Tons of blue curtains
They'll dress us from the back
And without any reason

On a slice of meat
I´ll propose to you
Then it'll snow from the wall
A message will come from a side

They'll shave my cheeks
They'll comb your hair
They'll prepare us for anything
...my autumn people