If I could only tell where I am,
If I could tell the friend from the foe,
If I knew there was life in this place,
Would I still have a reason to go?
In this room, you don't close the curtains,
There are no windows left to cover.
You don't lock the door when you're sleeping,
The lock is waiting on the other side.
You don't have to know what time it is here,
The alarm winds itself every night.
And I keep waking up before morning,
Just to find I was never outside.

So tell me which side of the wall I'm on,
Tell me whose hands I'm holding tonight.
If I bite the one who came to save me,
Will you call it a warning or a crime?

If you leave, I'll wrap myself around you,
If you strike, I'll bite because I'm scared.
I'll tear the old skin from my shoulders
If it gives me one excuse for air.

In this church, nobody is praying,
Everybody already loves you.
No one ever leaves here unnoticed,
Every eye is trained on you.
In this hospital, nobody's sick here,
They say sickness never came inside.
And somehow I became the doctor,
While somebody else was left to die.
I keep looking for a pulse in the silence,
Keep calling every silence a sign.
If I am the one who's meant to heal you,
Why is your blood still warmer than mine?

So tell me which one of us is breathing,
Tell me which one of us is confined.
If the patient isn't meant to know the answer,
Why am I the doctor every time?

If you leave, I'll wrap myself around you,
If you strike, I'll bite because I'm scared.
I'll tear the old skin from my shoulders
If it gives me one excuse for air.
I don't know your name,
But something in me knows you're a friend.
If you see an adder where there's only a grass snake,
I'm sorry -
I just want out of this place.

On this stage, there are no celebrities,
Just people hiding underneath.
Every face is closed like mine is,
Every mouth is learning how to breathe.
On the screen, they're not just videos,
They're stories dressed up as miracles.
Someone turned our wounds into pictures,
Someone made the impossible visible.
And the nine towers aren't just buildings,
They're a graveyard counting what we've lost.
Every day that had a number
Has a stone beneath its name.
No one finds the time to grieve here,
Everyone is waiting for the sunrise.
Then a hurried parliament and courtroom
Come to interrupt the light.

And maybe I was wrong about the room.
Maybe walls are only walls
Until somebody tells you
that there is nowhere else to go.
Maybe I was wrong about the door.
Maybe locked doesn't mean forever.
Maybe all this time
I was holding the handle from the wrong side.
If you are the one who found me,
Don't become another thing I fear.
If my teeth are all I know to use,
Then give me something else to hold.

If you leave, I'll wrap myself around you,
If you strike, I'll bite because I'm scared.
I'll tear the old skin from my shoulders
And let the daylight find me there.
I don't know your name,
But something in me knows you're a friend.
If you see an adder where there's only a grass snake,
Don't run -
I am trying to shed this skin.
I don't know your name,
But something in me knows you're a friend.
If I hurt you while I'm trying to escape,
Forgive me.
I want out.
I want out.
I want out of this place.

There's a crack every time unseen stars
The walls don't speak, they only listen.
The bells don't ring, they only wait.
And somewhere underneath the silence:
"Tacet us."

@oneinhalf го драться за гаражами

Осталось совсем немного мест, а всего-то прошло 4 дня.
Сейчас свободны полностью места: 3, 5, 8, 13.

В 19:00 по МСК. По рукам.

Пузик, мы не грызёмся. Мы дискутируем!

The sirens learned to count before we did,
One for the towers, two for the street.
I saw the smoke crawl over Dema,
But I couldn't tell whose side it would meet.

There were names written under the windows,
Some were crossed, some washed away.
I kept looking for yours in the ashes,
Like a fool who forgot what to pray.

My friend left his torch by the doorway,
Said he'd be back before the light.
I still keep the room exactly as he left it,
But the door hasn't opened in nine nights.

And if the city calls you missing,
Does that mean you're somewhere else?
If I say your name into the fire,
Will it know you better than myself?

I don't know who's still breathing,
I don't know who's coming home.
Every shadow looks familiar
When you've been afraid alone.

If you hear me through the static,
If you're hiding underneath,
Leave a mark where I can find you,
Leave a pulse beneath the street.

I will search every broken tower,
I will count them one by one.
If there's anything left to carry,
I'll carry it toward the sun.

Codoro am Tempara...

The battlefield is strangely quiet,
Like the whole world held its breath.
There are helmets in the river,
And a flag beneath the steps.

Someone painted arrows on the concrete,
But they point in every way.
I followed one until it vanished
At the place where children used to play.

They told me not to wait for anyone,
They told me everyone had fled.
But your scarf was on the staircase,
And your handwriting was still on my bat.

I don't know which hurts more:
That you're gone or that you're near.
Every time the floorboards answer,
I turn around expecting you to be here.

I don't know who's still breathing,
I don't know who's coming home.
Every shadow looks familiar
When you've been afraid alone.

If you hear me through the static,
If you're hiding underneath,
Leave a mark where I can find you,
Leave a pulse beneath the street.

I will search every broken tower,
I will count them one by one.
If there's anything left to carry,
I'll carry it toward the sun.

Codoro am Tempara...

Terra massi...
Say it softly, don't let them hear.
Terra massi...
Something's moving, something's near.

Terra-massi, tear the silence,
Terra-massi, call them back.
Terra massi, terra massi...

I don't know what the word is for
Someone who refuses to disappear.
I only know I heard your footsteps
When nobody else was here.

Now I know who's still breathing-
Or at least I know I'm not alone.
There are voices in the ruins,
There are hands beneath the stone.

If you hear me through the static,
Don't be afraid to answer me.
Leave a mark where I can find you,
Leave a door without a key.

I will search every broken tower,
I will count them one by one.
And if all we have is morning,
Then I'll meet you in the sun.

I don't know what it means.
But you answered.
Codoro am Tempara.

На стриме Глеба (a.k.a. Мэйклава) была найдена клика.

UPD: Ладно, это мы, но стримак жёстко фризит, так что чекну запись, если останется :)

Будущий повстанец даже не понимал, во что ввязался. Это игра на выживание меж двух огней, но его зрение не позволяет различить синее пламя от красного.
Почти загнавшись в угол, он стёр с лица остатки грунта и гордо заявил:
–Люди пешки - мир орешки.

А теперь промоем косточки All Points East.
Лор закончен с момента выхода альбома, но я в действительности ожидал чего-то ещё. Ведь по факту... концовка City Walls формально хорошо прописана, и интересно её осознавать, но лор присутствовал и на концертах: падение Тайлера на колени во время ревёрса песни, новые микширования (Jumpsuit / City Walls), радио и фанаты развивают слухи чего-то третьего. Но... Концерт был продлён почти на час, снова была произнесена фраза "It's not the last time", а большинство сетлиста заполнено песнями из Blurryface (да, Тайлер фанат оформления топик тима, мы его попросили так сделать /ш).
Моя теория такова, что это аудио-визуал продолжения от лица Клэнси, что стал бишопом (отсюда и блуррик), и мы пришли к тому, что все мысли Клэнси на тот момент это "I'm no good without you" и "Can you find me".
Если в Лондоне такая шумиха произошла и ради ничего, то что в Огайо будет?

Ещё чуть-чуть и осень, а казалось бы, что только вчера разорвал связи с Демой.

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