Текст песни st1x - Бумажный БОГ

Paper God on the altar greedy
Fellows turned to origami,
So that they could not get up from my knees, they,
Obviously not asking for mercy

After the wrap laughing
Figures whose yellowed parchment.
He lights up and left to fester in the news
In white, the electronic canvas.

He carefully cut through their mouths,
Then tychёk knife to the heart mark.
All humanity at Themis in the balance
Do not vibrate arrows.

He added the envy of antagonism,
Stir and typed into the dispenser.
And wonderful medicine dripped under the tongue -
Balm of conscience for all pot-bellied.

It's a shame that we have not obeyed
His greatness is not to try on chain
The object of honor of their sacred -
God of the paper, we have created ourselves.