Текст песни Elektrum - Автомат

Faceless body, soulless metal
When I say nothing, all is quiet.
And I parallel one presses the trigger,
And who stands in front of me.

P: Tearing to pieces the flesh,
Whether it's the enemy, and whether it is a brother,
Priorities puts
In this world of machine.

The means of solving many problems,
I invented someone a genius,
And I do not care in whose hands I -
And those thoughts hands give a damn about.

P.

I'm not good at games, strange people,
Yes, it's me to anything,
But the ranks and titles come to naught,
If I'm talking about.

He who sows death, my vocation,
I'm in again, and glad of it.
To process went quickly,
There is "automatic" mode.