Текст песни ЗЛАМ - Штучний відбір

It's constantly spinning in my head and it's so hard to concentrate
what to say and when or better not to open your mouth
every time, yourself on the outside to find at least something worth noting
One passes out of ten and the weak are left to die
The stale mirror of the soul is constantly from heat to cold
So many voices are worried about hunger
And the impression that someone is constantly behind his back, whispers: "The rules are the same"
What seconds beats the voltage
Who cries out for pity, whom will you save with words at this time?
Am I waiting for the right opportunity?
Only interested in mistakes

Constantly dizzy - cunning is always near, only interested in mistakes, double check or closed locks
stay away from anything that threatens you
recognition - for this reason will turn the mind?
lose everyone