Оригинален текст
like flesh in a slaughter house
I know we are pleasant cowshed
upset like a pig in his gore
swim fast and fk your needs
youre not alone now
let it go!
wanna close your eyes
tired of this nauseating cream
but strobos flash your skin
and you know
youre done, trippin down
you can transgress now
rebel against what?
no choice, one way
to get rid of the s**t stored
need some vaseline?
to keep good all she promises
cant be slave to the image
display your illness
you became slave, stupid fker!
how long will it last
all a story to live
one thousand of cells to hive, to burn
from now you can begin
light dissolving in my saliva
under the tongue fire
claustrophobia
your brain is suffering inside
exploding
he found his grave in your mind
try to get up fker
youre sitting or youre already standing
tell me whichs your aftershave
you are a floweret by this side
to whom someone broke the stalk