Текст песни Human Boxes - Печеньки

cookies

in the world there is no love, no feelings
all have been sold by us for pennies
on the ground all believe in false deities
and we have nothing and nothing but a dream
and instead of money just garbage in your pocket
we go dissolved neadykvate
and we do not depend on the power and money
We are the servants of overdue mega-cookies

chorus:
build our holy temple cookies
dough to floor, wall and ceiling where
and if you have a mood napryagon
their failures seize cookies

the world is not a single drop of confidence remains
every sip of chewing a piece of power
but stands apart pastry production
working only for our happiness
you are sealed in the chain of human pressure
caving in under the weight of unnecessary hysteria
you have lost the joy of swallowing
tons of expired mega-cookies

chorus:
build our holy temple cookies
dough to floor, wall and ceiling where
and if you have a mood napryagon
their failures seize cookies