Бог - Искаженная пища для мозга и не только - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(Sl. Alien)

The distorted image of reality we pick a bent fork of consciousness at the bottom of the plate of life. Everyday ritual, performed almost unconsciously. We are just machines for repeating already memorized by someone’s instructions of actions, part of the deep primitive apparatus. Knife, cut, rattle; mouth, sip, esophagus: simple mechanism, simple anatomy. A piece of human flesh falls into the stomach. Digging is as usual. No nausea, no bloating, no severity. Just someone dies somewhere. All.