Winter (Interfearence, Refraction) Video (MV)

This is the end of the Summer
This is the beginning of electroshocks

The intensity of light diminishes
Crystalline water unaffected by impressions
I will plead guilty
I will plead guilty
I will plead guilty
Interference, refraction

You got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere

Still remember view of the rails
When the sun was fading
Our life at the bottom of a jungle
Still remember most delicious cuisine
Fried above the candle's flame
I lived floating inside liquid noise

I try to escape from your thoughts and from your orders
I try to escape from your thoughts and from your orders
I try to escape from your thoughts and from your orders
I try to escape from your thoughts and from your orders
I try to escape from your thoughts and from your orders

Artillery came to grind us with their visions
In the first row winded up by the scheme
I watch them lose themselves, never to be found again
They are proud of their ignorance

Now I feel the lack of airspace, see the weary faces
Merry round-about keeps turning against the will
I am cured and resistant healed and immune
Or maybe infectiously ill

I try to escape from your thoughts and oders made of quotation marks
Actors build the scene by ourselves
It's our heaven
It's our heaven
It's our hell hell, hell

(I try to escape from your thoughts and the orders
(I try to escape from your thoughts and the orders
(I try to escape from your thoughts and the orders
(I try to escape from your thoughts and the orders

It's the end of the summer, it's the beginning of electroshocks
Now I feel the lack of airspace, see the weary faces
Merry rounds about against the will


I am cured and resistant, healthy and immune or maybe infectiously ill
This is the end of conventions that took root in our heads
And of the screams from the inside that our reflexes are forbidden

I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
I've got everything and I'm running to nowhere
Everything