Bisz / Lenzy: Brzuch bestii

Screw yours conventions
I see nothing, but only persons
It is the only way for salary
You are saying, It will be better if you won’t be saying that

You are thinking that you are making life
No!
I think that the life is making you
I well know who you are adoring here
And everything else is only a simulation

Really, we are monsters
It is the way what you are talking about you
Always, blind multiplying the patterns
About, what a top are you talking to?
Even God made you from clay
I will be doubting in his intentions
More in this mix of saliva
And I think he was be sticking you very quickly

If the prize of being happy here
The prize is humility believe in lay
I would like to become really
I can’t live for no real
I need to have brightness
And If I do not have brightness
Cause It disappeared in the human conscience
The land of shadow I will be crossing
Until I will cross It throughout

It is the fifth year since the wolf have birthed
Look, how I am ending him
I will have scratched the skin to blood
you will look at your own portrait
You would like to avoid my mouth while you were wearing a tight corset
I must pull my image from your head
with the help of large blacksmith pincers
It was us own mistake
That we are only common Kowalski – nonsense
All what us are connecting are the thread and sweet Ariadne trick
I am traveling through the labyrinths
I am waiting on the next tasty piece
And there is no exit
Only through my opened stomach
Through the monster’s stomach

underestimate me
underestimate
It doesn’t matter
Only one what you will see in your whole life are restrictions
I would have to go away from my senses to reach a logical conclusion

The paw was bitten in the mouth
It is only the way to let it go
I won’t repeat x2
It is as like as Buddhism coan
I invented the circle
I won’t repeat
But everybody is pursuing circles
Probably, It is a little bit pathetic to become the printed banknote
Simply dependence
When the quantity is raising, the quantity of gold is bringing down

If the prize of being happy here
The prize is humility believe in lay
I would like to become really
I can’t live for no real
I need to have brightness
And If I do not have brightness
Cause It disappeared in the human conscience
The land of shadow I will be crossing
Until I will cross It throughout

It is the fifth year since the wolf have birthed
Look, how I am ending him
I will have scratched the skin to blood
you will look at your own portrait
You would like to avoid my mouth while you were wearing a tight corset
Only one what I can get at the moment
Delay terrible retaliation
So, I must kill this beast today
When the beast won’t finally eat me
But it is the inside schism
I am feeling that the polars I am connecting now
On your compass, the needle is spinning
Space, the time tangled up
Under the wolf skin, the truth came
The fleece, spell, sheep’s bee!