Wastelands

Idle at times, sad at times At times between us only silence Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke Idle at times, sad at times At times between us only silence Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke Closer to midnight, the lanterns go out, it's unsafe here The sky is shrouded in smoke, the street demands meat The street demands colors that are unjustifiably red Drawing patterns like Picasso on gray grimaces Stretching a thread through the silence, groans echo through the catacombs Demons wait, demons burn, somewhere a bomb is being prepared Everything that once had a taboo on it has been unsealed by some dark forces Grey as London, a gang at the bong, the most reinforced concrete district Don't open the door to a stranger, don't even open it to an old acquaintance Lock the doors tightly, or your cloying paradise will fall into a coma, into the abyss Here there's only one road—from edge to edge, erasing the boundaries on methylated spirits Reinforced concrete district, here's the reinforced concrete bosom of the working-class outskirts Days stretch towards the sky, smoke rings extend People stretch to the bottom, stretching, but not to the sun Drawn into the whirlpool by smoke, he'll never return Never return, never return Days stretch towards the sky, smoke rings extend People stretch to the bottom, stretching, but not to the sun Drawn into the whirlpool by smoke, he'll never return Never return Idle at times, sad at times At times between us only silence Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke Idle at times, sad at times At times between us only silence Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke A thick fog slowly spreads along the roads I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here A thick fog slowly spreads along the roads I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here There, along the roads, a thick fog slowly spreads I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here A thick fog slowly spreads along the roads I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here [End]