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[Verse 1]
I pulled out of cryogenic sleep
By a siren loudly howling
That my ship needs a gut repair
I'm seeing where I have to land on feet
With this garbage on the orbit
Hope this planet had left some air
[Chorus]
But I believe that Genea does exist
There's a place for those like me
People who're fostered by frustration
The luggage I have is a pack of different scars
And a habbit to be scowled
But I still remember what passion is
[Verse 2]
LED's been telling me it could take a few years
For my ship to be repaired
Under self-sustaining mode
I happen to go and find some gears
I'm not fuzzed of local species
I'm so spent by on my toes
[Chorus]
And I believe that Genea does exist
There's a place for those like me
People who're fostered by frustration
The luggage I have is a pack of different scars
And a habbit to be scowled
But I still remember what passion is
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Not Alright
03:54
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[Verse 1]
Let me share with you something
I've learnt the other day
I'd have never known this
If I hadn't gone that way
I can immitate those species
I do speak their tongue
I can fake my whole appearance
No one could guess that bung
Et transform cutis mea coepit
Non distingui possint ex homine
[Chorus]
I'm not alright, I'm not alright
Did I come here to ruin my life?
When nothing's wrong
I start to feel that everything
Is not alright, it's not alright
[Verse 2]
Сколько мне теперь свободы
Некуда и деть
Кажется, я позабыл,
Чего же мне хотеть
И в толпе огромной
На меня похожи все
Кажется, я позабыл,
Кто я такой вообще
[Chorus]
I'm not alright, I'm not alright
Did I come here to ruin my life?
When nothing's wrong
I start to feel that everything
Is not alright, it's not alright
Et transform cutis mea coepit
Non distingui possint ex homine
Тут всё не так, тут всё не так
Что я забыл в этих местах?
Когда вокруг
Всё снова стало хорошо,
Мне всё не так, мне всё не так
Я вижу сразу все пути,
Но на одном месте я застыл...
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State Of Art
02:59
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[Verse 1]
You’re feeling bad again, it hurts like a stab
Your doctor is at a loss examining your labs
He won’t ever find me
So let him explore every part of your body
Meds help you for a while and when you’re numb
There’s no effect on me, ‘cause I’m just a crumb
You won’t ever find me
I sat here deep inside your soul
Long before you’ve met your own
[Chorus]
I will drip out of your pores
I will chip off to destroy
Redesign and redefine
Sucking on your badly wounded heart
Such a novel, state of art
[Verse 2]
Rip off philosophy in disguise
Composing DNA using your eyes
You won’t ever fight me
You won’t make no sense after cutting your own throat
Recalling memories of stones and sticks
So full of energy, I’ll break your ribs
You won’t ever fight me
Scared to look up inside your soul
Just let me leave this town of yours
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[Choir]
Laudate omnes gentes laudate
Magnificat en secula
Et anima mea laudate
Magnificat en secula
[Chorus]
Happy nation, living in a happy nation
Where the people understand
And dream of perfect man
Situation leads to sweet salvation
For the people, for the good
For mankind brotherhood
We're traveling in time
[Verse 1]
Ideas by man and only that will last
And over time we've learned from the past
That no man's fit to rule the world alone
A man will die but not his ideas
[Chorus]
Happy nation, living in a happy nation
Where the people understand
And dream of perfect man
Situation leads to sweet salvation
For the people, for the good
For mankind brotherhood
We're traveling in time
[Verse 2]
We're traveling in time
We're traveling in time
Tell them we've gone too far (happy nation)
Come through and I will dance with you (happy nation)
Tell them we've gone too far (happy nation)
Come through and I will dance with you
[Chorus]
Happy nation, living in a happy nation
Where the people understand
And dream of perfect man
Situation leads to sweet salvation
For the people, for the good
For mankind brotherhood
Happy nation, happy nation
Laudate omnes gentes laudate
Magnificat en secula
Et anima mea laudate
Magnificat en secula
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[Verse 1]
В центр вселенной превратив пустырь,
Застыл огромный денег монастырь
Смотрит на Запад, держит небосклон,
Магнитит массы со всех семи сторон
The revered one is given with delight
To go on top and commit the greatest flight
We let him lay into a cargophagus
And be prepared with all the confidence
[Chorus]
Etemenanki, Etemenanki
Black polyp is growing
Right over its crown
Etemenanki, Etemenanki
The birds are flying high
Waiting for it burns down
[Verse 2]
Но слишком тупо летать туда живьём
Нам лучше здесь, чем в космосе помрём
Ведь там опасно и лишний геморрой
А лёжа в шлеме, угрозы никакой
But as for real ship, it stands right on the yard
It's off the radar, but totally unbarred
It might still work, but nobody gives a damn
Our Opus Magnum is better than that scam
[Chorus]
Etemenanki, Etemenanki
Black polyp is growing
Right over its crown
Etemenanki, Etemenanki
The birds are flying high
Waiting for it burns down
Etemenanki, Etemenanki
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Psyperia
02:29
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Pieces don't fit if they fell apart
Fears and distrust couldn't glue them up
You said that I should listen to my heart
But seems like your heart
Was always hush near me
A knockout right from the start
Has raised the alien's past
And changed my skin
Into the color of the skies
I could stay here and fall
Could give you all my love
But without you
This thing will silently implode
A knockout right from the start
Has raised the alien's past
And changed my skin
Into the color of the skies
I could stay here and fall
Could give you all my love
But without you
This thing will silently implode
Forever more,
Before it silently implodes
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But I believe that Genea does exist
There's a place for you and me
People who fostered by frustration
The luggage we have
Is a pack of different scars
And a habbit to be scowled
But I still remember
What passion is
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Psyperia (Instrumental)
02:29
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