Текст песни: Millions of Terrible Moths + перевод

We’ll smoke crack with the princes

Here at the end of the world

It’s all a matter of hate and disgust, they’re gonna cook who’s left

And get on with the feast and fly saucers to the sun

As we chase after the universe

But we’re always behind

We crawled up from the mud

We grew feet and got brave

There were puddles of guts

Where a million others laid down and died

‘Cause the heat was too great

And the mosquitoes were too big

And they were so filled with blood that they were popping and bursting all over

the place

So the ground was red

It’s time to face yourself

And try and deal with the stench

Stained glass, flavor crystals

And people with their bodies broken to bits

There comes a time when there’s nothing left to build

So you just shudder and smile

Millions of terrible moths

They came down from the sky

And they cover my body, I can’t breath to escape

They thud in my ears and crawl over my chest

It’s hardly funny

We live tiny lives

We beg for money and sex

A quick sweet shiver, and then you come back to yourself

You’ll never be the same again ‘cause it’s slipped through your hands

And you can only hope for something

That will finally last

We’ll plant trees with the killers

As the sirens wail

And the smoke drifts up

And the highway shivers

It’s the junk monster spitting

It’s the witch at her cauldron

It’s a dog with a conscience

It’s a fish in the mud

It’s the sound of God dying

It’s a crisis of meaning

Millions of terrible moths…

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