The Cruel Instincts Lyrics - Singles - Keeper Of Dreams

Nervous silence, twisted dreams 

Her transitive unconcern tempts you 

Eternal circulation - passion or frigidity? 

There isn't any rule to correspond. 

Yearning for a long since lost feeling... 

Is it rests? 

Sometimes it breaks forth unexpectedly. 

Hold it! 

Her eyes are placid and slaughterous 

She has terrible words to say 

...but so fascinating 

Over the passion you can't se confidence... 

The interminable self-reproaches are needless! 

For the pleasant times you could even kill 

The glue of thoughts pastes your mind 

The neutrality makes you mad 

But your instincts tells you to expect on, 

The Cruel instincts 

When you'll feel you know 

everything and all about... 

No more riddles - 

then you will be 

the most perplexed broken thinker 

Yearning for a definitive reason to forget, 

a force, What makes me turn 

Throw it!