Текст песни ТРИКАЯ - Канат

Conscience - a machine for punishment
Memories flickers ,
Scraping sins title
On the bare back of the soul.

Beats in a fit of mad mechanic
Spitting blood at the mouth of the aorta,
Thereby responding to the food,
You need to work .

Thoughts coalesce into dirty incest ,
Re- creating monsters of the words
Passion will not leave no phrase in place,
If you blow her brains colossus .

Look a here and now ,
" Less danger to the absence of light"
And realize that you're just a rope
Between animal and superman.