Серж Избранов - Astral | Текст песни

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• Astral

Black long
Thin fingers
Creeping nois less
To your head.
Toutching tired
And dusty eyes,
Collect debris
Of broken mind.

Breath and sounds
Are petrified.
You pay for
Truth to be found.

Catching to it's threads
Long and so fragile,
Trying to compress
Unconnected lines.

Breath and sounds
Are petrified.
You pay for
Truth to be found.