Текст песни СиндроМ - Коллапс

Climbing the food chain to the top
On the tree of evolution, branching, blossoming,
Screaming so polymorphically deafeningly,
In an ecosystem of our own ambitious,
Of illusions that lie to acquire their holy uniqueness,
I froze, sometimes in blobs of light, smiling,
Seeking comfort and freedom, and warmth ...
But not answers.
The answer to questions about the reasons for imprisonment -
And there was comfort. Ignorance of prohibitions.
How is cretinism of endless fall?
Or a child on the carefree milky way?
To the bottom? More precisely? From an animal point of view? Human?
Like bringing yourself back to yourself.
To him.