Текст песни: The Art Of Dying + перевод

Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat

Losing contact with the living

Almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain

Don’t see anything real in the game

The tension is building constantly

No reason, just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork

I try to keep an eye open, and I realize

I haven’t closed my eyes in a long time

Neglected emotions leading to catastrophic voyage on the other side

I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence

I’ve been given the gift of so small hope deep inside

I haven’t closed my eyes in a long time, I am trying

I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore

But I’m here to continue after all I have been through

I try to keep my eyes open, I am realizing

This life and death more precious than anything

I won’t bring no materials in the afterlife

Take no possessions, I would rather travel light

I’m of this kind that kills all day

But I don’t know yet how to die

Art of dying is the way to let all go

Within I practice in the secret of my soul

My shape in the reflector has now forever

Life on its own

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