Lyrics: Spyder No dreams, no reasons to stay In a rotten world, I drift with the current I just want to remain free Heart and mind live separately I don't see faces around me, only silent shadows remain in the world That kill with indifference and give rise to doubts Who am I, why do I live I don't understand anything Who will cry if I die To whom will I bring much suffering Why am I alone again In a damp grave, I close my eyes And life is over I never thought I would uncover the filth so easily Maybe this is just a dream And I'll wake up soon from a painful coma You say you love me But paradoxically, we don't know each other at all Like an artist who has discovered himself I paint with black colors in an album Destinies of people who have sunk in lies, lifeless countenances It hurts so much Because I'm like a monster Everything turns to dust, I don't know how to love, I wish the world would forget faster Fuck all of you Fuck me too I'm just a particle in a vast desert Dust gets into my eyes The end is near Breathing suddenly stops Well, that's it, I know for sure Life is over, and the light goes out immediately Nothing in the eyes, emptiness in the soul I'm like in a dream, I've realized everything A living dead, you can't understand me I fall asleep, but I'm not there I wake up, but once again without you How to live this life So that no one forgets me I don't want to be nobody I just want to stay alive No dreams, no reasons to stay In a rotten world, I drift with the current I just want to remain free Heart and mind live separately I don't see faces around me, only silent shadows remain in the world That kill with indifference and give rise to doubts Who am I Why do I live I don't understand anything Who will cry if I die To whom will I bring much suffering Why am I alone again In a damp grave, I close my eyes And life is over I never thought I would uncover the filth so easily Maybe this is just a dream And I'll wake up soon from a painful coma You say you love me But paradoxically, we don't know each other at all Like an artist who has discovered himself I paint with black colors in an album Destinies of people who have sunk in lies, lifeless countenances.
