Текст песни Trickster - под аплодисменты проституток

Last Cartridge Saw in the head
and I will become a hero (per day) newspapers,
or news feeds that pour nonsense
On the screen broken. For a thousand years

Do not get into history, remember. do not believe
In these fairy tales of eternity. wounded beast
Until the last breath of clinging for the life of the bitch will be
and fuck you die?!

You are as far from the outside, but dead from the inside
Your black soul is no longer saving.
Even the devil will be suppressed
Defend your devil doctors from it.

but you bitch silently
About her stupid pain.
I carry my own and not. them
And fuck, remember, they fuck!
They would be laugh, but shove in you a stroke word.

I will die under the applause of prostitutes.
ice under the ribs, but with my heart you are not confused, yeah?
My ego is not saving, the last minutes
Whitens wild pulse

I will die under the applause of prostitutes.
And they will not be submitted to the grave, the mooring of Pluto,
Throwing the body on the side of a long minute
Choosing wild legs my pulse.