В колонках играет - Persephone - Forest Song

Hate, striking right inside your brains
You never understand the meaning of your choice
Life runs through you, right in your veins
It burns your conches with the quiet voice

Your symphony of dreadful shades is yearning
The pain cuts down the throat and you just pray
The tiny pieces of your fake and pretty world’re blurring
And there’s no hope for better and a sunshine day

Cry, the silver tears will set you wild and free
The world is spinning faster now with no returns
And you are still deciding of who the hell you need to be
On salty drops your choice’s done, conclusion stands

With dirty angel on your shoulder,
With empty mess right in your head
The bullet’s hitting, you were supposed to hold it
You never play, you are just dead

Oh, who should be considered guilty?
Oh, who should kiss your eyes good bye?
Was it the world and people, oh so filthy
Or maybe it was you, who never even tried?