Текст песни Dancing On Debris - Harakiri for the Sky
                                                Answer 
                                                me 
                                                one 
                                                last 
                                                question, 
                                                before 
                                                    I 
                                                leave 
                                                this 
                                                place 
                                                behind:
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                stay 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                those 
                                                years, 
                                                while 
                                                living 
                                                    a 
                                                lie?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                truth 
                                                is 
                                                tensile, 
                                                but 
                                                was 
                                                it 
                                                what 
                                                we 
                                                had 
                                                been 
                                                looking 
                                                for?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                could 
                                                we 
                                                just 
                                                find 
                                                sleep 
                                                next 
                                                to 
                                                each 
                                                other 
                                                or 
                                                in 
                                                sativa 
                                                dreams?
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                just 
                                                fooled 
                                                ourselves, 
                                                it's 
                                                so 
                                                damn 
                                                obvious!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Buildings 
                                                burn, 
                                                beloved 
                                                people 
                                                die, 
                                                not 
                                                even 
                                                friendships 
                                                last 
                                                forever!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sooner 
                                                or 
                                                later 
                                                this 
                                                apathy 
                                                will 
                                                dry 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                heart,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                smirking, 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                dancing 
                                                on 
                                                debris!
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                years 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                colours 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                where 
                                                black-white-grey,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                morning 
                                                    I 
                                                felt 
                                                like 
                                                waking 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                raingarden's 
                                                arms.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                every 
                                                day 
                                                ends 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                this, 
                                                it's 
                                                self-deception 
                                                to 
                                                still 
                                                hold 
                                                up 
                                                hope,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Same 
                                                reason 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                take 
                                                these 
                                                pills, 
                                                same 
                                                reason 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                drink 
                                                that 
                                                much!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                glance 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                empty 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                feeling 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                while 
                                                gazing 
                                                at 
                                                cemetery 
                                                walls,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                when 
                                                    I 
                                                look 
                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                like 
                                                staring 
                                                though 
                                                the 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                dead.
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                benefit 
                                                of 
                                                hindsight 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                things 
                                                were 
                                                of 
                                                no 
                                                lastly 
                                                use,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                remorse, 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                consequences 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                guillotine!
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                turned 
                                                twenty-four 
                                                and 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                not 
                                                getting 
                                                easier,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rather 
                                                more 
                                                inverted. 
                                                it 
                                                just 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                pass 
                                                faster.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                agitation 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                faces 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                other 
                                                choice...
 
                                    
                                
                                                ...you 
                                                met 
                                                me 
                                                at 
                                                    a 
                                                very 
                                                strange 
                                                time 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                life...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Again, 
                                                these 
                                                painful 
                                                memories 
                                                obsess 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                indicate,
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                chance 
                                                to 
                                                leave 
                                                the 
                                                sinking 
                                                ship.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                "I 
                                                love 
                                                you", 
                                                who 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                you 
                                                are?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spare 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                lies, 
                                                you 
                                                don't 
                                                even 
                                                know 
                                                who 
                                                    I 
                                                am!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Two 
                                                times 
                                                    I 
                                                already 
                                                collapsed 
                                                in 
                                                pulling 
                                                the 
                                                trigger,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                next 
                                                shot 
                                                won't 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                third, 
                                                at 
                                                most 
                                                the 
                                                lst.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                succeed 
                                                in 
                                                lightening 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                again,
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                after 
                                                drowning 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                the 
                                                stars 
                                                are 
                                                finally 
                                                dead 
                                                now.
 
                                    
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