Текст песни Шумовая Экзекуция - Один против всех

Mutilation mania, cynical stare
I see God in me, send my soul to hell
Many tools for cutting people mascara
They are my food, I know a thousand deaths

Knife cuts throat, prepare to die
Death grimace, I want to contemplate
The pallor of dead skin is driving me crazy
An autopsy will reveal what is inside you

Blood on my hands
Flesh is dust!

Circular saws a skull
To get your fresh brain
Twists of little to do
Help Jesus Christ

One against all,
Let the human race die
Man is a sin
I'm a death prophet