Eos Chasma - IMB (feat. Pavel Shumilov of Of Sound and Fury & Colin Sharkey of Barrier) | Текст песни

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• Eos Chasma
• IMB (feat. Pavel Shumilov of Of Sound and Fury & Colin Sharkey of Barrier)

Hello. I am still here. Drowning in raw concrete. Drowning for 20 years.
I won’t sell my shield, I won’t sell my sword, but I am not the one to save the world.

I have no song to sing until I am dead. So I just say: see you in hell. See you all in hell.

And I dance with these snakes. Yes, I do it the best. And I won’t pray, for real, to have a shameful rest. Of course it wasn’t the end – another system upgrade. I’m pulling knives outta my back, I’m back and this is my payback.

I’m walking straight, but it is not enough – it’s only a half of a half.
Get up, get up, get up, get up and fight. I want to see your guts, see your God. What have you got?
Who works hard enough to make his stuff tough? Since I’ve got my own explosive style I am the one to confront.

And I dance with these snakes. Yes, I do it the best. And I won’t pray, for real, to have a shameful rest. Of course it wasn’t the end – another system upgrade. I’m pulling knives outta my back, I’m back and this is my payback.

I’m back, I’m back, I’m back.
I want to say it again.
I’m back, I’m back, I’m back.

(And…)
I want to talk to you, I want to feel a breath. I want to give a hug to all the burning trees.
I hope you know Ahab – I am his Moby Dick. I’ll take you out of here, and better six feet deep.

Shaking hands, chopping heads off, sleeping in woods I am becoming handsome.
Catching arrows, searching for echoes… I’m close enough to speak about power and heaven.
So, who’s your God? Spell it backward. It won’t be long.

I sharpen my pencil to shed some light on this shit. It’s really hard to put yourself together breathing so deep. It means that all the fluff that flies around is ready to fill my lungs with pain. And I can’t stand it no more. So what?

I am Rhino – I ruin villages and all the surroundings.
I am Rhino – I spit – you eat. You can’t resist, bitch.

What it takes… How many hunters should I face? So many traces. I’ll repeat the question: what’s an embrace? A chance to face an enemy? Up to you. I pull the knife outta my jaw to let you look it through.

I’m walking straight, but it is not enough. It’s only a half.
It’s only a fucking half.