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Icarus

Evil skiy of Babylon, lead coffin
The king of all the buffoons, blood is flowing like a fizzy water
From the Thales to Parmenides, from Dugin to Kurginyan
We are building a stairs to the heaven, but will they let in an ape?
A cruel feast of Valtasar, where ego will rise on the rack
But life is just a Sansara, consciousness of happiness is only a symbol
Be ready for final scene, where herd will trample down Simba
Are you dreaming of being blue-winged pigeon, when looking at the sky?
So go on, fly, Icarus, let the others keep saying
'Worm have to crawl'. When flor is covered by money
Or through copper pipes, a way to Eden
Like, the victory of spirit, because world doesn't exist
Without сonsciousness the morality just a chimera
I allowed myself everything, man is the measure
Of all things, I'll deal with the bong
A few shots, and I'll become God!
 
Icarus, Icarus, come down from the eaves
You are too drunk, the people down here
Crawling like a woodlice, a strokes on asphalt canvas
Want to get drunk, get up in the window and to do somersaults
 
The higher, the stronger smell of burnt feathers
From nuclear rays you cannot hide in the shadow
The fall is easy, we'll get rest in death
But the time hasn't come, the Phoenix will rise from the ashes
 
Phoenix! I went through everything
Alkohol and co, burned down me inside
And no matter how far my blue horizon is
I'll get there, even on foot, it's the straight corridor,
My way for target. Let the duffer saying
That 'Icarus has sold his wings in a pawnshop'
No, I flew high, but fell in a thicket
Here's non-flying weather, but my black box
Here, between the lines, I'm still a God
But now is Lucifer, I'm a fallen angel
The demon Azathoth has changed, even worse in hundred times, I'm doppelganger
Mad genius, until my last days
Smell of burnt feathers won't let me take wing
I'm tired of watching for younglings trying to leave the ground
Spirit flights above the Babylon and chatter at the kitchen with ethanol
Where counterculture is just a reason, the capital eats children like Baal and Moloch
They believe to serpent in sheep's clothing
And don't hear anyone, like they are in the tank
They believe to serpent, so it's becoming impudent and start talking in parsultang
 
The higher, the stronger smell of burnt feathers
From nuclear rays you cannot hide in the shadow
The fall is easy, we'll get rest in death
But the time hasn't come, the Phoenix will rise from the ashes
 


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