Текст песни F20 - С.А.Л.О.

You are not what you eat, but what you prick
Heroin, orderly of megacities
Burnt fat all spiked to crumble
Fallen city covered with pock

A gray herd of concrete flesh
Stew heavily in a fetid bowl
"Da Vinci Man" we got a dwarf
From something a stump, from someone a stump

You are not where you are, but where you move
In a plywood glass of floating offices

Diamonds rot under the flock's feet
Separate karmas of human bodies
Charred cross decorated with horns
Numbers are scratched by bitten chalk
The utopia of mud and oil numbers
Paper mold like a feather and a sting
Some in decadent vomit, some in trance joy
Cuts and cuts our delicate FAT