Coma
There are in close proximity of each harbingers of death
Wilted leaves drooping branches
Extinct looks helplessly fallen into the hands of
You're still talking but lost clarity
And I absorb the heavy, viscous
Fog through which hardly sounds make their way
Throughout the ash and smoke, I do not see nothing
Only pinching footage that will not come back
And above me in the sky hovering slowly
White giant ball that was once the sun
Floating clouds of toxic smoke
Cars rushing past with a roar
Squeaking brakes, and wheels are getting closer and closer
Fires flare caivals and parades
Fires and explosions, natural disasters
You tell me something but I can not hear
The north wind can not let me go
And whether you want to go further? Road races I do not remember
Rotate the arrow, but I can not wake up
Unable poshelohnutsya and out of coma
And people are screaming and waving my hands
But I do not understand their strange gestures.
Between us a wall of cold torpor
And no more words sufficiently important
And no more gestures rather sharp
No rudeness, no tendeess no longer have value
And I'm staying at the crossroads yet
In my pupils still affects eteity
Petrified into the abyss of your eyes staring
And even if the whole world will explode I will not even notice
Replace each other storms and calms
Mad eddies of dust
The world is changing, and only I remain motionless
Lie in the ruins of the pyramid
Leaves under water Atlantis
And you say, but I can not hear anything
Babylon bus and smoke overtakes the moon
Going ships to the bottom, doing the prophecy
Decayed hundreds of celestial bodies
And I have come a hundred years of solitude ...
