Текст песни V. V. - Slug

We decorate our homes
Safe and dry
Blood outside
Exposition of bodies on tv
Frozen reality on magazine

V.V.
VIRTUAL VIOLENCE

The spotlight in their faces
Fire, flesh in blood traces
I believe in what I see
But it seems so far to me

I've played this scene before
But the actors aren't the same anymore
I can't explain what in their minds
But I know it surges inside