The Burning Sea - Kirlian Camera

I hear the barking dogs singing your favourite tune

Among the growing corn, in this tired summer’s flood

I see the falling drops

I hear your boring groans

They sound like casual howls

Coming from endless shows…

No one will get into this place

As no one could get out unhurt

No one will find anything else

But fixed expressions on a picture

No one can hear, no one can see

No one can save me from my past

No one can eat my chilly heart

No one will escape from this rain

I’ve understood your thoughts

I’ve been part of your soul

But I never met you before

Along these corridors

I hear the barking dogs

They sing your favourite tune

Among the growing corn

In this old summer’s flood…

The game is over, stuff your sun

Stuff your light, stuff your drugs

Your cowardice, your mummy’s sneer

As anyway I’ll take you to her

And blindness is coming, coming here

To our lost lands, to our regrets

Its kiss is great its hands are cold…

So blindness is coming.

Coming here

And everything is burning down this lost and paralyzing sea

And Donald Duck is smiling from hell

And waves his lovely little hand

No one can hear, no one can see

No one can save me from my past

No one can eat my chilly heart

No one will escape from this rain

You legendary idiot shits

What have you been thinking with this joke?

Where have you been, what have you done

What may you say and add and realize?

Your conformity, your anarchy

Your rhetoric, your black old Sundays…

The game is over, stuff your sun

Where have you been, what have you done?

No one will get into this place

As no one could get out unhurt

No one will find anything else

But laughing killers in a picture