Текст песни Humiliative - Meshuggah
                                                I'm 
                                                The 
                                                Concrete 
                                                Leper 
                                                Sickness 
                                                Repulsion
 
                                    
                                
                                                Embodied 
                                                But 
                                                Hear 
                                                The 
                                                Sermon 
                                                Escaping 
                                                My 
                                                Vermin 
                                                Mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                Might 
                                                Even 
                                                Stay 
                                                With 
                                                Me
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                The 
                                                Dirt 
                                                I'm 
                                                Soaked 
                                                In 
                                                Putrid 
                                                Sewage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Risen 
                                                From 
                                                Empty 
                                                Words 
                                                To 
                                                You
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                Legion 
                                                Of 
                                                Nausea
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                Your 
                                                Sins
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                Your 
                                                Crown 
                                                Of 
                                                Thorns
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                Seen 
                                                The 
                                                Blood 
                                                Of 
                                                Generations
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Ravenous 
                                                Mouth 
                                                Called 
                                                System
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                All 
                                                Shaped 
                                                By 
                                                Vulgar 
                                                Hands 
                                                The 
                                                Grip 
                                                Of 
                                                Hate 
                                                And 
                                                Lies
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Sustenance 
                                                To 
                                                Our 
                                                Bellicose 
                                                Ways 
                                                An 
                                                Ignorance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Almost 
                                                Justified 
                                                As 
                                                The 
                                                Gap 
                                                Of 
                                                Humanity 
                                                Fraction 
                                                Grows
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Skull 
                                                Of 
                                                Life 
                                                Lobotomized
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hear 
                                                Me 
                                                I'm 
                                                Ignominy
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                No 
                                                Renaissance 
                                                In 
                                                Bleeding 
                                                No
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                Flown 
                                                    A 
                                                Million 
                                                Minds 
                                                Black 
                                                In 
                                                Despair
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Liquids 
                                                Of 
                                                Uncertainty 
                                                Spit 
                                                Into 
                                                Their 
                                                Eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                Flesh 
                                                Embedded 
                                                In 
                                                Counters 
                                                Of 
                                                Iniquity
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                Seems 
                                                Like
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                Are 
                                                All 
                                                Just 
                                                Merchandise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                Civilized 
                                                No 
                                                Words
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                Adapt 
                                                In 
                                                Our 
                                                Silence 
                                                Paralyzed 
                                                To 
                                                Changes 
                                                Erasing 
                                                The 
                                                Last 
                                                Denial
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lines 
                                                Attitudes 
                                                Crucified 
                                                Still
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                Going 
                                                On 
                                                Crawling 
                                                Toward 
                                                Submissive 
                                                Suicide
 
                                    
                                
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