Psytmosphere. Grace of Salvation

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Psytmosphere

Destruction I have seen…

Get out!

F20.1, F41.2, F32.3, F13.4…

Deep inside, deep inside, ta ta ra ta ra ta ra…

Hou!

Why can't I see?

Stop this noise inside

Go for a wonder ride…

Take your time

Bet the line…

Oil and smut, poison rains

Falling out your toxic brains…

This is the best,

The best night…

But there were questions,

Questions to us…

M.E.A.T.

Wind of memories, of memories, of memories…

Happiness! Crazy mess!

La la la la la la la…

My theater man, my theater man…

Author: Yulia Tyurina

Grace of Salvation

Once I had a dream
I had a belief
My misery inside of world's destruction I have seen

But there is no place that I could call
Everybody just can play their roles
Sitting inside their four walls
And burn their untouchable gods

They know better than you where to go
Cause you should play too your put-up role
In this so-called human race
Hearing without listening howl about

Grace of salvation dies in your rude land
In your strange and filthy second dismal head
It's not my business I just want
To return my personal my natural world you have burned

I can't stand this empty place no more
Where's my heaven? Show what is it for?
Every mirror has another face
But each face prays for silent

Grace of salvation dies in your rude land
In your strange and filthy second dismal head
It's not my business I just want
To return my personal my natural world you have burned

In your strange and filthy second dismal head
It's not my business I just want
To return my personal my natural one in all unshakable world you have burned

Author: Yulia Tyurina

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