Пепел рассказов - Патология
текст песни

Paranoia gnaws at us through the edge of pain
The attributes of memory are cremated
Like a frightened moth stuck to a lamp
A burnt commotion, a burnt peak of karma

The ship sinks or reaches its destination
Generations perished at the bottom of fantasies
Homer's slaves - our pain and Odyssey
He who laughed first, alas, became the last

We were fed pornography from childhood
The nerdy reflexes remained a means
Strong spices will reduce secretion
And that young aunt next door

We were born as laboratory subjects
Corrosion under the ribs gave more pain
They injected a mixture of energizer into clenched hands
But this crap, alas, is signed with different letters

We were confused by a name tag in the incubator
Fate is digitized through fixators
Feet trampled on cold laminate floors
A man in a neatly ironed robe decided for us

We all grew up under the banner
They cut us with their hands
Under the dark gray sky
We all want to be first

We all grew up under the banner
They cut us with their hands
Under the dark gray sky
We all want to be first