В колонках играет - nin - the only time
Настроение сейчас - doped but not hoping

SOME WORDS OF LOVE
What are we doing on this piece of dirt
Lost in the ice cold abyss of the space
Where moments of real life are oh so short
And where true love is treated as disgrace

But since I feel your presence in this world
I fail to notice something wrong with it
It’s warm inside me though outside is cold
It’s getting warmer every time we meet

And though by now we still are separated
By miles and loads of metal and cold stone
Our feelings and our thoughts are still related
And knowing this I’ll never be alone



SOME WORDS OF PAIN
the digital phantom of love
makes souls perfect and dead
there's no one to see from above
the difference between «thought» and «said»

like global network search engines
we're searching for truth high and low –
though not knowing what «the truth» means –
are we still enjoying the show?..



SOME WORDS OF INDIFFERENCE
i am the one whose feelings never mattered
what do you think you should expect from me?
i never liked no one, i only flattered
hoping one day they'll give me right to be

i'll smile to you and will be very sweet -
but don't expect me ever show my soul
i actually don't give fuck about your shit -
we both know it's just stupid social role