Текст песни FLESHRIPPER - ИСКАЖЕННАЯ ДЕЙСТВИТЕЛЬНОСТЬ

fatal world stuck in gray
death-giving, life-killing
represents everything in crooked reflection
psychophysical inferiority

Oh yeah! more blood
more flesh and fresh guts
we like the look of mutilated corpses
like the way leading everyone to the coffin
loss pain tears of suffering
man will not understand his punishment
he builds them himself enjoying desires
and become the owner of the whole universe

piercing scream we don't need death
and then a gun shot in his hand
brains on the wall pieces of bones
suicide is still more fashionable

again, we create with the hands of the grave
in the bodies of children we transport drugs
we drink fresh blood we sell organs
eat our loved ones to quench hunger

vein injection dose road
living zombies it's real
the birth of freaks is on the way
slave share in their subconscious

power system everything is under control
the order is given quickly and clearly
crowds of sheep head for points
crowds of sheep turn to shreds

aware of this reality
treating each other but are glad for the dead
while hypocrisy will be in the hearts
better to die without knowing the end