Текст песни Cutting God's Throat

Existence of feelings

Is like a simple sorrow

To feel the existence

We desire the fruit of the holy

Millions of human souls

Deluded by a mysterious game

On rainy days are on their own

And shout out sad thoughts

In gardens of pain

We spend our lives

Every moment there

Is joy and madness

In the chaos of thoughts

We look over our dreams

These are the gardens of pain

Places of nonentity

Deep penetration

Intensive feelings

A bloody stump

Our worthless world

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Experiments of life

In the gardens of pain

I cut God's throat

Sweet suffering

Welcome to my world

Sweet suffering

Is the ecstasy of feeling

My dream

Is not

My dream

Is not - realized

I see a splendid place

I can see the sweet time of existence

No - I am not there

This island without forgiveness

I can only see liars

I can see sick people

They said so much

To destroy my world

These are liars