Текст песни sCorThix - Человек

TEN!
Words weigh so little
And the corpses of Atlantis
Resentments are concealed on us
And build their views
On our pyramids:
Set them on fire
From the ship's cannon
Will melt like candles
And we are lying on the stove

NINE!
Now only blood is believed
The more heads blown to the enemy
Under the rattles of cracked trunks
The more he is ready for death,
Paying tax for the color of flags
Just a piece of cloth three by two
Separate friend from foe

EIGHT!
We ask for no mercy
Shooter at the machine gun
His work is hard -
Hand out twelve-seven
Without pity to all those
Who has lost their fighting spirit
Goes with the enemy to the world
Shoots, splashing saliva
Three meters in front of you

SEVEN!
A pair of clems closed
Where wars don't go
There's your own pond with devils
Compression of living brains
To the size of nuts and bolts
Under a thick layer of polish
Don't want to live, but three jobs
Interfere with deep thinking
It's not easy to breathe here either
Bureaucrats, sheep, bribes -
This is the custom, these beds
Filled with a bitter elixir
With him I'm almost happy with the world
Seasoning the coffee with cinnamon
I will load the rotten corpse of ambition
On life a flimsy swing
Am I going to sleep or stranded?
Stockholm Syndrome I Dream
Ready to kill to become a slave

SIX!
He is in me and wants to eat
Under the cortex in the depths
Read poems to me about the day
Of the universe that he composed
For a hundred centuries while he lived there
And he said that the time is near
When he throws off the burden
Life. He dropped mine the same hour
And I blinked one last time