Текст песни true - мимикрия

many subdepression or something that
bendable legs and scrubbing the soul within
and my tired old monitor
It shows still boring days
we are envious of this therapy
falsify the face and hide from all
or we imitate rotten type masks
or your moveton spills into the bay of the world
all influx is already assigned
some great man for a long time
yes and in fact people iksotimiki
and our opinion is covered with black cloth
but still we have to talks torn
will always remain until death us do not knock on the forehead
I will have disassembled paradise
echolalia and my hope soon stuhnet