Текст песни Death In Vegas - Soul Auctioneer
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As judged in a size it's a executioner goes
To crucify Venus in cinemascope
The narcotic preachers are happy
High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer
Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear
His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer
He is married to the truth incinerator
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times
I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis
A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses
A dead head, a blunt needle,
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Drop the bomb, spread the virus
Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
ПЕРЕВОД
Самосуд составляет половину бесконечной дыры,
Судя по размерам, сюда идет палач,
Чтобы разгромить Венеру в кинотеатре.
Проповедники рады, они все в наркоте,
Первосвященник мезопорист, он - душевный аукционер,
Продает скорпионов и жесткие канаты, страдая от страха.
Его некрополь использует странные бедствия,
Он женат на сжигающей правде.
Руки в карманах теребят мой позвоночник,
Яйца, вынашивающие насекомых, вылупляются в моей голове.
Камни в моих ботинках остреют с каждым днем
В мягком больном подбрюшье, в трупе из этих времен.
Я лечу у себя в голове, оставляя конечный наркоз,
Отравленный ум остерегает тебя от слепых троянских коней.
Мертвая голова, тупая игла,
Ты разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона.
Брось бомбу, распространи вирус,
Марксисты учат священников насилию вопреки всему.
Руки в карманах теребят мой позвоночник,
Яйца, вынашивающие насекомых, вылупляются в моей голове.
Камни в моих ботинках остреют с каждым днем
В мягком больном подбрюшье, в трупе из этих времен.
Ты разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
Демона, демона, демона, демона, демона.
Ты разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
Разбил свои крылья, ты потерял своего демона,
Демона, демона, демона, демона, демона. The lynch mob be half from the infinite hole
As judged in a size it's a executioner goes
To crucify Venus in cinemascope
The narcotic preachers are happy
High priest the mesmorous, the soul auctioneer
Sells scorpion tightropes while suffering on fear
His necropolis uses the scourge of the queer
He is married to the truth incinerator
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times
I fly in my head, leave terminal narcosis
A poisoned mind will make you blind beware of Trojan horses
A dead head, a blunt needle,
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Drop the bomb, spread the virus
Marxist priests teach defiance chase through violence
There are hands in my pockets pulling at my spine
Eggs bearing insects hatching in my mind
The stones in my shoes get sharper all the time
In the soft sick underbelly, in the carcass of these times
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
You've broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Broken your wings, you've lost your demon
Demon, demon, demon, demon, demon
TRANSLATION
Lynching is half an endless hole
Judging by the size, here is the executioner,
To defeat Venus in the cinema.
Preachers are glad they are all drugs,
The high priest of mesoporous it - soulful Auctioneer
Sells scorpions and tight ropes, suffering from fear.
It uses a strange necropolis disaster
He is married to the burning truth.
Hands in his pockets Teasing my spine,
The eggs hatched insects hatch in my head.
The stones in my shoes every day ostreyut
In the soft underbelly of the sick, in the corpse of these times.
I'm flying in my head, leaving the end of anesthesia,
Poisoned mind keep you from the blind Trojans.
Totenkopf, blunt needle,
You broke my wings, you've lost your demon.
Drop the bomb to spread the virus,
Marxists teach priests to violence against all odds.
Hands in his pockets Teasing my spine,
The eggs hatched insects hatch in my head.
The stones in my shoes every day ostreyut
In the soft underbelly of the sick, in the corpse of these times.
You broke my wings, you've lost your demon
Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
Demon demon, the demon, the demon, the demon.
You broke my wings, you've lost your demon
Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
Has broken your wings, you're lost his demon,
Demon demon, the demon, the demon, the demon.
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