Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked, look around, splattered culture by bile from stomach, lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness, god is absent, his salvation is powerless.
[lead:Tocha]
Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it's a beautiful view, yellow mixture on your mouth embelishes you, dignity, appearance are full of sympathy, it's a fragment of your life, and of your pride.
[lead:Maly]
Torsions-secret of life, vomits-secret of pride.
Your organism repeats regurgitation, organs of digestion excrete bad smell.
[lead:Maly]
In the blood mood identity dies, torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits.
