Techno Demon
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
Time moves in a spiral
Slowly raises civilizations
Until they become too heavy
And fall into oblivion
I'm just a grave digger
I bury the wreckage in the warehouses
Sit down next to me, take a rest
Look what remains after you
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
You measured life in a selfie
Paid for tears to night sky
When you left the spiral
Clutching to my rope and did you laugh at your yourself
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
My gaze roams
The river, and my ears
Hear the call of crying hearts
I cry too
When the truth dies again
In the dark under old trees
All of us will be compost
Someone later and someone earlier
All of us will be compost
Someone later and someone earlier
In darkness under old trees
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
Time moves in a spiral
Slowly raises civilizations
Until they become too heavy
And fall into oblivion
I'm just a grave digger
I bury the wreckage in the warehouses
Sit down next to me, take a rest
Look what remains after you
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
You measured life in a selfie
Paid for tears to night sky
When you left the spiral
Clutching to my rope and did you laugh at your yourself
In the dark under old trees
In the dark under old trees
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
My gaze roams
The river, and my ears
Hear the call of crying hearts
I cry too
When the truth dies again
In the dark under old trees
All of us will be compost
Someone later and someone earlier
All of us will be compost
Someone later and someone earlier
In darkness under old trees
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
Streets keep their secrets
In the dark under old trees
Did you smell the lie before the words were spoken?
This is the difficult part of techno demon life
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Writer(s): Kirill Andreevich Minenkov
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