The Critical State of Loneliness Lyrics
| Song | The Critical State of Loneliness |
| Artist | Deep-pression |
| Album | The Critical State of Loneliness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 1. The Watcher from the shore | |
| I have opened my veins. | |
| Just the same. . . | |
| As the next forest path opens | |
| ... | |
| Blood flows to the swamp | |
| Like thoughts | |
| Which will kill me | |
| Definitely! | |
| ... | |
| Every day when I die | |
| Every moment when I hate | |
| A second which draws another wrinkle on my face | |
| ...exhaustion... | |
| repulsion... | |
| I have opened my veins...like an ocean opens its vast dimensions | |
| Before the eyes of the watcher on the shore | |
| 2. At the bottom of the murky waters | |
| I have found... | |
| At last... | |
| Deep in the green waters... | |
| At the bottom... | |
| (too deep) | |
| ... | |
| I will never swim out again! | |
| ... | |
| ... | |
| I�ve become a treasure | |
| Of these dark murky waters... | |
| ... | |
| quieter... | |
| and quieter... | |
| ... | |
| deep... | |
| last sigh | |
| ... | |
| traces of breath on the surface... | |
| (this is the end) | |
| 3. WATCHING A ROOM | |
| im watching my | |
| room in the dark | |
| all slowed down | |
| the pressure of blood | |
| is low | |
| cold - me... | |
| watching in the dark | |
| a room... | |
| full of day-mares | |
| everything has a pulse | |
| and dead rhythm goes on | |
| old ghost | |
| from the past | |
| old scars... | |
| tangled with unknown | |
| vast horizons | |
| where pain drifts in cold air | |
| (title by Trist) | |
| 4. I am buried | |
| Open the lidďż˝ | |
| There beneath the planks | |
| Is your face | |
| Terrified by the whole life | |
| Which parts | |
| You managed to avoid | |
| Open the lid | |
| This is the time of the last corpse presentation | |
| Amuse your dead eyes | |
| With the last light... | |
| ...tears...and flowers... | |
| Now, only the earth | |
| Giggles | |
| Awful giggles...haunted! | |
| The sound calms down | |
| And the grief around also seems to be weakened | |
| I am in soil... | |
| ... | |
| Each one passes away... | |
| Tears sink into coatsďż˝. | |
| In the groundďż˝ | |
| ďż˝ | |
| I amďż˝ | |
| ďż˝ | |
| ďż˝ |
| 1. The Watcher from the shore | |
| I have opened my veins. | |
| Just the same. . . | |
| As the next forest path opens | |
| ... | |
| Blood flows to the swamp | |
| Like thoughts | |
| Which will kill me | |
| Definitely! | |
| ... | |
| Every day when I die | |
| Every moment when I hate | |
| A second which draws another wrinkle on my face | |
| ... exhaustion... | |
| repulsion... | |
| I have opened my veins... like an ocean opens its vast dimensions | |
| Before the eyes of the watcher on the shore | |
| 2. At the bottom of the murky waters | |
| I have found... | |
| At last... | |
| Deep in the green waters... | |
| At the bottom... | |
| too deep | |
| ... | |
| I will never swim out again! | |
| ... | |
| ... | |
| I ve become a treasure | |
| Of these dark murky waters... | |
| ... | |
| quieter... | |
| and quieter... | |
| ... | |
| deep... | |
| last sigh | |
| ... | |
| traces of breath on the surface... | |
| this is the end | |
| 3. WATCHING A ROOM | |
| im watching my | |
| room in the dark | |
| all slowed down | |
| the pressure of blood | |
| is low | |
| cold me... | |
| watching in the dark | |
| a room... | |
| full of daymares | |
| everything has a pulse | |
| and dead rhythm goes on | |
| old ghost | |
| from the past | |
| old scars... | |
| tangled with unknown | |
| vast horizons | |
| where pain drifts in cold air | |
| title by Trist | |
| 4. I am buried | |
| Open the lid | |
| There beneath the planks | |
| Is your face | |
| Terrified by the whole life | |
| Which parts | |
| You managed to avoid | |
| Open the lid | |
| This is the time of the last corpse presentation | |
| Amuse your dead eyes | |
| With the last light... | |
| ... tears... and flowers... | |
| Now, only the earth | |
| Giggles | |
| Awful giggles... haunted! | |
| The sound calms down | |
| And the grief around also seems to be weakened | |
| I am in soil... | |
| ... | |
| Each one passes away... | |
| Tears sink into coats. | |
| In the ground | |
| I am | |
| 1. The Watcher from the shore | |
| I have opened my veins. | |
| Just the same. . . | |
| As the next forest path opens | |
| ... | |
| Blood flows to the swamp | |
| Like thoughts | |
| Which will kill me | |
| Definitely! | |
| ... | |
| Every day when I die | |
| Every moment when I hate | |
| A second which draws another wrinkle on my face | |
| ... exhaustion... | |
| repulsion... | |
| I have opened my veins... like an ocean opens its vast dimensions | |
| Before the eyes of the watcher on the shore | |
| 2. At the bottom of the murky waters | |
| I have found... | |
| At last... | |
| Deep in the green waters... | |
| At the bottom... | |
| too deep | |
| ... | |
| I will never swim out again! | |
| ... | |
| ... | |
| I ve become a treasure | |
| Of these dark murky waters... | |
| ... | |
| quieter... | |
| and quieter... | |
| ... | |
| deep... | |
| last sigh | |
| ... | |
| traces of breath on the surface... | |
| this is the end | |
| 3. WATCHING A ROOM | |
| im watching my | |
| room in the dark | |
| all slowed down | |
| the pressure of blood | |
| is low | |
| cold me... | |
| watching in the dark | |
| a room... | |
| full of daymares | |
| everything has a pulse | |
| and dead rhythm goes on | |
| old ghost | |
| from the past | |
| old scars... | |
| tangled with unknown | |
| vast horizons | |
| where pain drifts in cold air | |
| title by Trist | |
| 4. I am buried | |
| Open the lid | |
| There beneath the planks | |
| Is your face | |
| Terrified by the whole life | |
| Which parts | |
| You managed to avoid | |
| Open the lid | |
| This is the time of the last corpse presentation | |
| Amuse your dead eyes | |
| With the last light... | |
| ... tears... and flowers... | |
| Now, only the earth | |
| Giggles | |
| Awful giggles... haunted! | |
| The sound calms down | |
| And the grief around also seems to be weakened | |
| I am in soil... | |
| ... | |
| Each one passes away... | |
| Tears sink into coats. | |
| In the ground | |
| I am | |
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