Текст песни Nasty Taste - Деформация реальности

Again, in the darkness to escape,
Looking around at the sound of footsteps.
Something has to catch up.
Measurements of other worlds.
What hides the darkness,
Fear and horror of a melting ...
All that hides the darkness,
Thousands of people will find you ...
Laughing and crying
In a closed room alone.
That beats dancing,
Stepping scrip.
Translating the hands on the clock,
She did not kill yourself your own,
Do not delay the evening light,
For her there is no salvation.
No, no escape, no escape.

Broken mirror in the house
They are merely a reflection of evil
And the cold empty room
It will be through with you.
And laughs again
Stepping scrip.
Again crying
Again one.
One, alone again, alone again.

And circling flocks
Faces of the dead distorted melt.
Someone cold fingers
Gentle stroking body disgusting.
Cries all torn inside,
The dead eyes burning rage.
They will be ruthless
Lost reality, opened the abyss.

Again, he laughs and cries.
No! No fear!
Scraps of clothing
Tearing, shouting,
Digging his nails into his flesh,
Flesh tears,
Flowing back ...
Blood! Blood! Blood! Pours!