новый альбом звучит мягче, воздушнее, не так агрессивно

что в прочем логично для фьючепопа

и хотя лично мне больше по душе эксперименты автора с электро-индастиалом

эта музыка не менее прекрасна

она словно опрокидывает в мир

любимых постапокалиптических снов и искаженных воспоминаний из детства

топит в остром приступе ностальгии по тому, чего никогда не было

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It was a different time,
And I still can't remember...
If I was alive,
Or if I was just holding my breathe for years,
Over photographs of youth misspent,
Those documents of blood and skin.
We'll bring you back.
We'll bury you again.

But was it wasted?
Was it worth it?
Was the tenet fast enough,
To hold the life from birth to end?

Or can you finally breathe,
Now you're in the ground?
Oh can you finally breathe,
With no-one else around?

I will not forget you.
I will not forgive the things we've done.
I won't abandon hope for fear,
Or let the future disappear with you.

We were lost children,
Stumbling down the road.
So full of ego,
Afraid we might grow old.

I will not forget you.
I will not forgive the things we've done.
I won't abandon hope for fear,
Or let the future disappear with you.

Will we find you one day?
Will we find you one day?
Will we find you one day?
Or are you lost, forever?

Can you finally breathe,
Now you're in the ground?
Oh can you finally breathe,
With no-one else around?

I will not forget you.
I will not forgive the things we've done.
I won't abandon hope for fear,
Or let the future disappear with you.

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