Текст песни ctrlBrain - Ложь

Cut off the head with an ax,
Like a cancer tumor, cutting, removing a lie.
Infection, as if the virus, infects blood, killing.

Man is a white page,
Bashed in the wind, flying forward.
Each in its own way is dirty and rushing.
They never guess that later awaits.

And a lie is with paints box,
And the liar draws himself only himself.
I used a brush skillfully and aptly,
And no one will know where I lied!

I, as an artist, good, without dispute,
Nobody becomes easier from my compositions,
I am happy to tear contracts
And not to run away from my false ambitions.