I fell in love with Temple.
Holdin it like dove as is gettin killed by mental
Hopin to let go, but can’t
Cause soon enough that dove is my one love,
One place, one friend.
Строфы и апострофы.
В этом зале не хватает воздуха.
Просто так, к Господу на ты.
Агенты кислоты, флюиды с острова.
Пустоты — россыпью роз.
Фигуры соблюдают пост.
Тога по ГОСТу.
Синхронизирован голос с ритмами мозга.
Польза обрядов поздних меняет спектра полосу.
Молитвы колоссу, и голодом сосуды полнятся.
Тело на алтаре в позе лотоса.
Эмоции на нуле, ступни босые.
Ни звука, ни возгласа космосу.
Инициация не проливает слёзы.
Отблески света луны на настенной росписи.
Вязость тишины на головах гроздьями
Не осознаны, не опознаны
От астрала ключи, что нам розданы
I fell in love with Temple.
Holdin it like dove as is gettin killed by mental
Hopin to let go, but can’t
Cause soon enough that dove is my one love,
One place, one friend.
Stanzas and apostrophes.
There is not enough air in this room.
Just like that, to the Lord on you.
Acid agents, fluids from the island.
Voids - in bulk roses.
The figures are fasting.
Toga according to GOST.
The voice is synchronized with the rhythms of the brain.
The use of later rites changes the spectrum of the band.
Prayers to the colossus, and the vessels are filled with hunger.
The body on the altar in the lotus position.
Emotions at zero, bare feet.
No sound, no cry to space.
Initiation does not shed tears.
Glimpses of the moonlight on the mural.
The viscosity of silence on the heads of clusters
Not realized, not identified
The keys from the astral that were given to us
