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Hardly in the spirit of the era
Delicate and thin skinned
One appeared in front of the jury
Face uncovered against the wind
In this life unprepared
With a script unrehearsed
Beauty of looks, beauty of faults
Frightened offhand
Deaf to a command
Anguish in an envelope of bliss
Whom to wake up in the morning?
A Gregor or Josef, will it be?
Neglected and abused or wrongfully accused
Or eventually plague will catch me
While others see to the horizon, I can see just beyond
I'm microdosing hell, staying under a blissful spell
My vision drinks so, the ink I dip my eyes in
You came into the world unloved
But love has found you through our word
Cupid pierced your chest with nibs
The void will bleed with inks
The void will bleed with inks
Absurd of my existence
I'm aching through persistence
The pen will slit the heart, the pen will slit the heart
The void will bleed us das nicht
I show my bare face, it was ripped off like a mask
As they stepped upon the throat of my own song
Unmasking comes in price, all that pure is compromised
An extortion, I cement myself alas
No, I am just a ghost in the attic
Life for me is doing time
The world has shut me down but it's more than just fine
Not everything has purpose, nothing happens for a reason
How absurd, what a treason for a man
We are lonely, don't feel sorry
And at night when there's no glory
Laugh without interruption to cough blood
Absurd's my existence
Oh, how absurd
WRITERS
Ievgen Abdiukhanov, Roman Ibramkhalilov, Tetiana Shmailiuk, Vladyslav Ulasevych
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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