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Альбом второй - at first Chaos came to be 2016 г.

This world is a separation
Of heaven and earth
And I’m stuck in the gap of vast mess
Imprisoned in color-blind senses
I’m heading for the heights
But we are all on the peak of randomness
Feeling lost to live our lives
Without certain combinations

Living by a pattern
Of the past
And the past doesn’t
Take place in real life

Yet every moment of your life
Belongs to the past
While you own present only for a moment
Every evening we are poorer by a day

In earth old time
Call to mind
Every finding
Is every loss

In such a world
Where purpose of life is overrated
We desire to be
Those who don’t feel pain
In our painful hearts
Cursing each one who thinks of life
As a process of disillusionment

We are born with bloody faces
Blind eyes and deaf minds
Build the lies of plain reality
They ignore the fact of more dimensions you could gain
Pseudo Gods destroyed this field
Fulfilled it with grieve and emptiness
I’m not mighty enough
To detect the boundless gloom

When we stared at
Vault of heaven
Chaos poured down
On our liquid skin

We may vanish into thin air
And the world can begin its existence
But this system of nature is not predictable
I hope to reborn as a part of infinite darkness
And to run this circle on my own