Advent - Pressure | Текст песни

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Each day, the clouds are gathering over me.
Crooked eyes dreamily look into the sea.
Eternal smile never left my face.
But the path to light is infinite, like death race.

Pale, ashen color of my hair,
Symbolizes nullity. Look how I despair!
Failure to obtain the desired, burning soul,
But I can be strong, and take away from fate, all!

Seems what all is kind a fake.
All of that things, is hard to take.
But i will think, that all is fine.
When you're seen world from crooked eye.

One loving person in the world,
He is statue, his grieving heart is cold.
Nobody will warm a pegasus, that fell down,
Whose life has become a joke, as silly as it sound.

Only thin bubbles soar into the sky,
With a request to fulfill dreams, to stop being shy.
But the sky is deaf to pleas of a lonely foul,
Now she knows what fate has not yet been cruel.

Walk around and not see output...
False hopes and the word should...
Faith lost like the past...
Soul is leaked a terrifyingly fast...

Seems what all is kind a fake.
All of that things, is hard to take.
But i will think, that all is fine.
When you're seen world from crooked eye.

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