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Богатырь - Клич
02:09
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Богатырь - Декаданс
03:31
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Секреты обманы и сказки гуляют
А разум разумных героев страдает
Народная воля башками кивает
«Богатым налоги не надо платить»
Сказки богатых? Скорее кошмары
Ужастики, сволачи, сон преривали
Широко-закрытым глазам шептали
«Моральная жертва дороже всего»
Декаданс
Где эти окна и где эти двери?
Где эта горница на самом деле?
Снесли дом и горницу, люди при деле
И так создается рабочий завод
Закрыли все окна и заперли двери
В площадке остались лишь только качели
Детей завод нанял работать, Сказали,
«Детям зарплату не надо платить»
Декаданс
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Богатырь - Символизм
03:11
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Изобретатель
Тихоокеанского
Мусорного пятна
Ветер поднимается
Продвигаются облака
Разноцветный песок
Острова из пластика
Частично испаряются
В картинки на экране
Наследиядатель
Земного гражданского
Мусорного пятна
Тучи собираются
Спускаются. Свысока
Разум ярких стихов
Цифровая фабрика
Без тела испаряется
В рекламе на экране
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Hainted - Psalm Tree
00:38
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Hainted - Archaid
04:25
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As all "Is" go en route to mecca
Lost in the universe again
It has got my head spinning and splitting like an atom
Will I know of my growth
From within the synthetic photo process
The sheltered seed pressed against the folds
Bloom with a fool's gold arrogance
Adorned cold shoulders
This epaulet nurture
The crook of our backs has been whipped straight
The trapeze upon the linear
Blinders on tip-toe above out fate
The heartfelt are in wilt
So get while the petals are sweet
All hands to stage
Quiet on set
Hold all applause for the false prophet
Taking account of all losses and chakra
Dodging the zeros and cooking the books
This has all got my heart kicking and spitting in lieu datum
Is our tack of hard facts?
Or stark assumptions of our ego?
Our righteous indifference or coddled hopes
The cause, the stoic and the apropos
The common sense
Pennies on the dollar
We buy, sell, trade or let dissolve
Once there is no honor in causing a scene
The problem is that the problem is solved
Doors slam in nightmares
Alarm bells ring you in and out of sleep
Be it your child, your lover, your stereo
Your everything
With mimicked expression
Lust towards possession
We polished ourselves off in such a pretty way
Scroll to the side
In peripheral light
Keep those shadows moving
So they never feel the same
Cauter with doubt in the wound
Stitch with no hope with the suture
Keep all the excess consumed
All to hoard the past within the future
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Hainted - Pick a Switch
03:13
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It don't always go so pretty
When you are trying to keep it true
So get that blood pumping, kid
At least long enough to bruise
Pick a switch and tend to your trembling
That bouquet of memories
These callouses upon callouses
Let us get them weak enough to bleed
Will "I" resolve?
Dear nostalgia, dissolve
So now I have taken to taking my time
Although I know it is all bound to waste
Matching shapes, solidifying structures
But the particles have been damned to displace
Shuffling around the sands of everything
Counting and charting each individual grain
Placing face upon body of irrelevance
The thinning lines between
Our honors and our disgrace
The arrogance of light
I have been learning to shut my eyes
Goodnight
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bogatir
bogatir is a one-piece post-punk experiment that inspects themes of decay
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