Текст песни CG Bros. - Scraps of Humanity

The bits of humanity trampled in the ground
Like cockroaches rushing around the kitchen table
The intelligentsia is rotting, where every nihilist
Having reached a consistency, in the finale a pessimist

I don’t understand anything, touching out of mind
The dashing wind that knocking down, leveled the earth with the sky
My nightmares are ghostly joy
What I see in front of me under the name "reality"

Torn to pieces and minced
From fat frenzied, of us cook porridge
Bits of humanity on the kitchen table
Just a liver ulcer on Mother Earth