Текст песни hands вниз - внятно, выразительно ,четко

I Wrecker your morals
I am a thief, steal your brain
and the absence of it you want
You have to stamp it tuned
Your death benefit in this world
and who is the parent of your thoughts
save enough to scream
attract a smaller intellect
trusting only instinct
clowns in this circus
from which only a few are chosen
after their sad faces
and I would be killed. into a vein to inject citrus
and perhaps lead
I is ready to throw about phrases Bursaries
but everything is clear, everything is nonsense.
They disappeared for a long time goal
be aware of the whole day, you're just a man
that is, a piece of meat with lots of ambitions
disease called life
Century-long.
accidents and rivers.