Violent Dirge - Doomed to Unpractical Mind

It's very late, you passing away, leave indiscriminated
Echoes were staying - bit, it's funny excuse
Choice of salons has never been your strong trump
As you have never sought to that choice took place...
After you're crossed last boundaries
After you've forgotten about wishes of success
You've became you're under sentence of death
Sinking trap of all unsuffers occurences
Ill-will for all what is false
So short stage - be forget? No!

Doomed to rudeness
To unpractical mind of adaptation
To noble ideas
To unpractical mind of adaptation

Of only specious way
Compessions, threats, suggestions
From another side - hate
You cannot bank on understanding
Nobody knows for what you pay
Lapse - there's no drug to reject
Drugs have no other price
Within world of your own madness
You'll die killed by unpractical mind
As a matter of fact you're sentenced to nothing
It means you can always try but you have to want
There're excusable mistakes, understanding for all around
Maybe not only for handfull...
And now you can see in your shining reflection
Of time certainly - mand without own face
Don't blaspheme, didn't want to pay that price?
Remembrance - crypts of childhood memories
Only they're madness, warning
Now think you're selfish person
Do you belong to sorrounded world?