Spelling my name in analogies

Pulling your eyelids down

Over my silence, over my blind eyes

Building myself an anomaly

Building with breaking bands

Shutting the noise out

Driving the nails in



I have no name

My name is silence

I have no pain

Who would save you now?



Pulling myself through the windowpane

Kissing the broken glass

Drawing the walls close

Stitching my mouth shut

Resting my head on the demagogue

Leaning on burning sound

Tearing my words up

Putting my work down



I have no use for your bloodless compassion

Don't waste your indulgence on me



Nodding my head with the grinning ghost

Loving the lucid flow

Too many mercies

Too many stale hopes

Turn my face to avoid your eyes

Swearing to let it go

Too many failures

Too many favours

to mrain издательство ПРОСВЕЩЕНИЕ :)

Та песня, которую кинул я, продолжение той, что кинул Вася

to mrain ага :)

это я в продолжение нашего смсочного расховора :)

Да я понял )

to mrain ишшо п! было б странно если б не :)