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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Ouroboros

 

Ouroboros

(album: Souvenirs - 2015)


It's getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It's getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things.
It's getting harder to live,
Harder to pay bills,
Hard to feel alive.

It's getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It's getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things,
I need help.
I feel sick of taking these pills.
Life must be sweet once we're fucking dead..
Yeah, once we're dead.

Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
Lost in the noise of this world,
Show me the way through the darkness.
I gotta pay.. pay for a daydream.
Look at my soul,
Trapped with the bailiffs.
I might die, starving to death,
Biting my own tail again and again.
I can't hear myself think,
This fucking room must be talking 'cause I can hear it.
I see me kissing death between these walls.
Life must be sweet on the other side.

I don't wanna pay for a fucking life that I don't want,
Because the rats get fat while the brave men die.
That ain't a lie.
It's sad to say but that's how the world fucking runs.
No, this is not for the money,
Put your doubts aside.
Music is not about filling a fucking bank account.
That's what they want,
Not what we fucking wanted.
It makes me sick,
Sick of seeing motherfuckers ruling the world whereas it burns.
Sick of living in a world that I don't understand.
Amongst the wolves,
Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
Lost in the noise of this world,
Show me the way through the darkness.

If I'm a basket case,
This casket will welcome me with open arms like an old friend of mine.
Just like an old friend of mine.

Oh, I need a room to breathe.
No, I can't go on like this.

It's getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It's getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things,
I need help.
I feel sick of taking these pills.
This life must be sweet once we're dead.
Fuck.

Hell is full, don't you see?
Hell is full and we're dragged into the depths.
Oh shit… Heaven doesn't exist.
We dance between the devil's hands.

done

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