Воскресенье, 29 Января 2006 г. 15:50
when you're speaking on the phone
it's crawling on the ceiling slowly
when you're sleeping and all is right
it's scratching, breaking all your light

the darkness is different here
it eats all things you left to lie
the darkness here is clear
you shall in this darkness die

the game begins, it won't be stopped
the darkness is too wise
you won't cope with its rotten thoughts
the darkness will swallow you once or twice

she knows everything
and she won't forgive you all your sins
nobody hears you shouting
this is how it all begins