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  • Shape Of The Things To Come- EP 2013 (2013) 571 ×
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  • Ballad Of The Boiled Eggs- Call Me Closer (2012) 250 ×
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Text skladby Illusions


z alba Call Me Closer

All the feelings we have only in our heads,
we just imagine the truth
For all the troubles you can swear at yourselves
'cause you haven't supposed

If you don't find the truth you're never born
but prepare for it won't be nice
To taste the truth you must give up your opinion
and get your loneliness known

Pearls, fallen from my eyes, make cicatrice on a veil of the innocence
It's other way than I hoped, but if I'll pass up I'll loose my sense, I'll loose my sense

Release from your bad a good thoughts
and enter the emptiness
There will nobody gripe with his mouth
There are just you, nothing less

If you think you have found luck
you are exactly wrong
It's just a skin, under which is all the hack
like you on your own

Pearls, fallen from my eyes, make cicatrice on a veil of the innocence.
It's other way than I hoped, but if I'll pass up I'll loose my sense, I'll loose my sense

My deepest mind and reliance won't see outside
would be frustrated
There's gloomy wet and dirt let to the pride
like in my head

Pearls, fallen from my eyes, make cicatrice on a veil of the innocence.
It's other way than I hoped, but if I'll pass up I'll loose my sense, I'll loose my sense