Object of pain - из альбома Столкновения

Артем Лапшул
I am
The plate on your table
I am
The vase on the shelf
I am
The cream that will cure
All you scars away

I am
The lifeless body
I am
Forgotten thing
That’ll be use
In a hurry
To forget
Your day’s routine

All of your words
Are abolished
In the depth of my heart
All of your patterns
Demolished
In to the swords
That would run

Did I asked for too much
Did I just lost the way
Who are you now?
I feel like an object
Of pain

 I am
An object of art
Who you adore
By the way
To the exile
Of heart
In to the morning
Next day

I am
A picture
Of dreams
That is creation
Of mind
But I
Can not be framed
In the rules
Where there’s no
“I”

I can not be framed
In to the rules
That I didn’t made

I can not be framed
In to the rules
That I didn’t made

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