Чувственный вечер в шёлковых простынях

No time for silence, can't escape. Concrete jungle on my stage. Neon burns, the city breathes. No competition, just its streets. No perfect words, no passing phone. Just quiet depths beneath the own. I don't believe the future passed, But time moves slow into my past. Neon buzz on me could feel. No kingster journey, but it's real. I don't need drums, don't need grace. Just breathing sound in silent place. Power broken, Barely show. Power burns, the people know. I don't present to paper being. I just become the simple thing. Neon buzz on me could feel. No kingster journey, but it's real. I see the world to be the same. Not a future, Not asking names. I've been the work of growing shames. I've been the power of my names. I've been the promise of defined. I've been the pieces from my mind. Neon buzz on me could feel. Neon buzz on me could feel. No competition, No distill. Neon buzz on me could feel. No kingster journey, but it's real. I've been broken through the dark, The dark beneath the star. But the city's in the dark when I'm agreed To spark. No time for silence, can't escape. No time for silence, can't escape. Neon buzz on me could feel. No time for silence being real. No time for silence in this field. No time for silence, can't escape. No time for silence-