Tube-Tech - Poem
текст песни

Wherever the soil is rich and full of snails
I want to dig myself a nice deep grave -

deep enough to stretch out these old bones
and sleep in peace, like a shark in the cradling wave.

Testaments and tombstones always lie!
I'd rather ask the crows, while I'm alive,
to pick my carcass clean from end to end.

They may be deaf and blind, my friends the worms,
eat your way through me without a second thought

and let me know if one last twinge is left
for a soulless body deader than the dead!