Текст песни
Look, you're looking at the wall,
Each brick on it is like a screw in the system,
reflecting the light of broken mirrors,
Penetrating, like a beast's grin.
Look at them,
In broken mirrors a thread,
The machine is moving forward,
Answer what it runs on without failures.
Your blood for it is new oil,
Procrastination in the streams of information,
You have consigned your thoughts to oblivion,
if only no one would look for you.
And you don't know anything,
Living in a vacuum bubble is comfortable, but
Sanitation is not in any machine,
It happens in silence
"and to hell with it"
Attention!!!
The directive has been issued,
your life is statistics.
No one will stand up for you,
The parts are defective,
The machine must move,
Nothing personal,
You are dangerous for it,
it uses protection
Look, you are looking at the wall,
You are just a brick, you are a cog in the system,
The sounds inside emit a new signal,
tell your people that no one should look for you
Your blood is new oil for it,
Procrastination in the information flows,
You have consigned your thoughts to oblivion,
if only no one would look for you
And you don’t know anything,
Living in a vacuum bubble is comfortable, but
Sanitation is not in any machine,
It happens in silence
“and to hell with it”
