Virtute At Rest

Now that the treatment and antidepressants and seven months sober have built me a bed. In the back of your brain, where the memories flicker. And I paw at the synapses, bright bits of string.

Virtual Reality

Vremya Bezhat'

Levuju nogu v pravyj botinok. Pravyj botinok nogoj v holodil'nik. Nikto uderzhat' nas s toboj ne gotov. Naden' svoi boty i s nami vperjod. . Sinee nebo zatjanet somnenija.

Vogene

Deep in Decay, I can feel you there. Tell me you care. Time, Gone away, holiday. It's over now, you see how. Grown away, gone astray. I will pray for the day when were alive, and it feels right.