Father

You are chaos
Murder of father's intentions
You are chaos
Murder of father's intentions
You are chaos
Murder of father's intentions
Black generator
Murder of father's intentions
You are chaos
Murder of father's intentions
Black generator
Murder of father's intentions

Patience
Death rises, the birth goes away
We're out of time
Draw pictures with your own blood
Patience
Father's gaze is not directed me
We're out of time
We will deserve, we just play gods

The torch burns, the crowd goes
The torch burns, the crowd goes
You are worms under the law
You are worms under the law

Father
Why are You silent?
I am demented by questions
On which there could be no answer

Nature
Why do you always kill me?
We're out of time
I'm just trying to run fast
Nature
Tell me, what should I fucking be?
We're out of time
And what is sitting in my chest?

Father
Why are You silent?
I am demented by questions
On which there could be no answer

I accepted
And I think the hell is real
And I think the hell is real
I accepted
And I think the hell is real
And I think the hell is real
I accepted
And I think the hell is real
I think the hell is real

Hell is real, I swear
Hell is real, I've seen that
Amen, motherfucker

Hell is real, I swear
Hell is real, I've seen that
What if all multifaceted angles
Right now falling apart?
Hell is real, I swear
Hell is real, I've seen that
What if all multifaceted angles
Is falling?



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Writer(s): Aleksandr Igorevich Shikolai, Jack George Simmons
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