Оригинален текст
Of three means of six
I cut your through
Fearful dirty swinedd
Nine is the half
Small, curled up
You're rotting in the reek of logic
The third is the key
He, who will understand
Insensible
The rest will rot
Intent
Of three means of six
I cut your through
Fearful dirty swinedd
Nine is the half
Small, curled up
You're rotting in the reek of logic
The third is the key
He, who will understand
Insensible
The rest will rot
Intent