Текст песни I.Witness - День Благодарения

With gaping holes in the heart
With boundless and vile longing
With toothaches, mental wounds, lust, and bruising
I spit in the palm of my hand with my anger and bile filling them to the brim
The most important thing in the world, you often look like a loop, but you lie

Ice
And the teeth of these days gurgle in my throat
They are crumbling smashed on the walls
Warms, Shelters and Spits Out
Outside the porch door that always creaked

Like the morning noise of foliage
And the cold rustling of newspapers
October will remind you that winter is coming
She does not come alone
With her hunger, disease and the line beyond which frost - a jump right into death with his head
Standing next to a soulless crowd
In line for the right to life
Further down the road
Burned down houses, burned down bridges
People avert their eyes, hastily backing away

"Everyone is to blame"

Orphans are not waiting for summer
Nursed in the winter
In the pit well
Where stars are not visible even at night
Find me in the trash
Find me on the hooks
In your artificial slaughterhouses
Prosperity and compassion

"I can't listen
I can not survive
Spit in the face of trouble
Depression and grief
There is only hatred and frostbitten fingers
I’m just a goal, I’m a victim for the pack "