Текст песни: Margins + перевод

I’m a break that star apart, a hunger artist;

Selling my soul in a sober meat market

Blood on the carpet in my tiny apartment

My mind’s in the gutter and my body’s in the garbage

I Got nothing left to part with

Name in the flame when the pain makes it rain — arson

I’m not far from particle target

Without a damn clue as to how to move into the margins

If you got skin, carve it;

X marks it, the womb, we’re all doomed and starving;

The body parts in jars were taken from the heartless

I give it to you at a real bargain

Five points on the hammer;

I’m sick of this ridiculous image forever molded in plaster;

My disease is a fastener, ritualizing my slow creep of death, X-Factor

I’m at the point where the facts hurt;

Unconscious mind and symbolism is my master;

Steady, flooded by a wise mind chatter;

Everybody dies, the devil wanted it done faster;

Give a dap, the creator is back;

I want to live and I’m done feeding the rats;

I came from an elevator cable laughing at scraps;

Part of my paroxysm’s bringing my toxicity back

I flow with a bone to pick, what’s in my teeth;

But I’m all out of hope and shit;

A sick, starving vocalist, odious

Eyes in the mind, I’m so broken;

I’m a cockroach taking it home;

Setting a housefire in the same moment

I don’t give a fuck if pain can take over;

My body and soul are bi-polar

(Oscify)

Cold to the touch, really don’t know much;

So they put it all away, and they fold it up;

Symbolism in a vision, but the lens won’t adjust;

Salt on the roads led to holes from the rust;

Etiquette, look at your delicate rhetoric;

Soon it will crumble facade of the edifice;

Everyone’s too much caught in appearances;

Ever since humans were thought of as heretics;

What a funny little joke;

People got a tendency to try to fix what ain’t broke

How it is, I’m a guess they know;

Same old shit, on a different day they though

High energy, unfrozen cryogenically

Some get so desperate to try anything;

Finally, Frankenstein gets an identity;

Dr. Oscify, this is my century…

… Cause I’m caught in a calendar year

Reflection is closer than it appears

The gradient, so many different shades of it;

Break the grip of agent Smith in the matrix

Current events? Yeah sure, it is;

Dropping it all in the cauldron and stirring it;

Fascination with the flavor and serving it

Last ones to work on it will be the first to quit;

Tugging the boat cause I wanted to cope;

The face of the monster under the cloak

When the clock strikes twelve, where the soft light fell;

Heard a sound I know well, like a spiral shell

Serendipitous, typical infinite ripple;

A picture of historical significance;

Rhythmic pulse, biological conduit;

Intrinsically written in all music… stupid… do it

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