Текст песни Sky Way - Маска и Лицемеры

Slurred, sometimes abstract,
It's not funny and it is not clear,
This follows the creation of lumps of consciousness,
Removing stress and suffering.
The complex allegory verbal protests
Pun sculpt complex texts,
Like dough, I throw myself sharply,
Roll out into a pancake, put sliced
From crumb thoughts of memories
From some other foreign knowledge,
I am a probabilistic transformation
I am trying to grasp, not creating,
I read thoughts, watching movements
Deformation character, rebuilding,
Maximum flexibility, tolerance,
Legibility in humans and elegance,
Just imagine what would have worked,
What proportion of the brain in the process concerned,
The probability of making changes from the outside:
A critical result, it is zero.