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 garbage piles up the machine feeds back he grins lightly and turns away another tree in the forest dies I sleep well beneath my apathyFuneral - Fire... Deth - http://ru.motolyrics.com/funeral/fire-deth-lyrics.html