Текст песни The Woods Of Solitude - Комфорт нонконформизма

Rejecting the temple of morality in people do not care about contempt
Having drunk the nectar of vanity, blaspheming mindlessly faith.
Join a fierce pack, calling yourself a misanthrope,
Differences erasing become a millionth clone.

In the comfort of non-conformism diving headlong
Corpseyntey hidden faces, alien ideas icons.
Fear of freethinking - all speeches are by pattern,
Slaves of maximalism, their nihilism is barren.

All for the sake of respect, all for the sake of respect ...
Scum, renegades, terpily subcultures.
They buried themselves in the grave of others' views
The sea of ​​meaning has dried up, their essence is a handful of ashes!

The idea is to protect the worthlessness of nature,
The criticality of the grave, the lack of will of reason,
Only in the pack do they smell strength - one wretched one,
Bans were raised without understanding the essence of freedom.