Torsions — текст песни (Dead Infection)

Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you`re shocked,
Look around, culture spattered by stomach`s bile,
Lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness,
God is absent, his salvation is powerless.

Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it`s beautiful view,
Yellow mixture on your mouth embellishes you,
Dignity, appearance are full of sympathy,
It`s a fragment of your life, and of your pride.

Torsions-secret of life,
Vomits-secret of pride.
Your organism repeats regurgitation,
Organs of digestion excrete bad smell.

In the bloody mood identity dies,
Torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits.