Небо Здесь - Taste Of Separation | Текст песни

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• Taste Of Separation

No sense in all calls
For peace and destination
Unreal is the world
Of blood and fear reservation
There's no sense in the dreams
For sex and domination
The blood on your lips
Feel the taste of separation

The taste of separation x 3

I get lost in the foreign lands
Deep in the dark my spirit files
I used to sleep with open eyes
And merge with dead creation
Brutal walls of self defence
I climb to die in open ice
In open waters clever hands
In mouth of leaden sky

Feel the taste of separation

The taste of separation x 3

Is there a place where no one will hate ya

D'You think your death is a part of your nature
get in the place wher no one will hate 'ya
I don't think your death is a part of your nature