Текст песни Lepra - Набор слов

Comfortable in my body, but writhing on the floor
From the solar plexuses I want to lay down the moon
Download my soul, pour it in DNA
And on the asphalt waves I walk nowhere

On the road to paradise

Mechanical kids grow older from longing
Children of plush ladies are young by law
Mutual Conscious Masturbation
On the wrong side I hear the wasteland, I see the smell of God's enemas

On the road to paradise

The navigator says “Your turn is around the corner”
Reagents on the ground mixed with leg blood
Send a stop signal to drivers of all roads
But the pups' eyes of wolves are inexhaustible.

On the road to paradise

Here a trifle is taken away from petty people
Here beads are not available even to a bunch of pigs
Everyone is hunted here except a pack of wild dogs.
They rent air here, buying nicotine.
There is always room for kitchen knives
Here they give promises without witnesses.
Here, in the office beds, crops are harvested.
Here, along with genocide, tea is offered.

On the road to paradise