Текст песни Fire... Deth

I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper
and a friendly gesture giving way to a colder stance a
black lung full of feeling remember this he says the
machine gives no response I choke on the memories the Funeral Diner - Fire... Deth - http://ru.motolyrics.com/funeral-diner/fire-deth-lyrics.html
garbage piles up the machine feeds back he grins lightly
and turns away another tree in the forest dies I sleep well
beneath my apathy