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Genius English Translations - Slon Teatr Anatomiczny Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I go deep into the psyche, force it into its place
Swollen ulcers burst, gout running down the mask
From the audience you can hear an ovation, curtain, time to start the show
The facts are mean and hide in the dark like Karol Kot
The smell is rising above the room, it is pure truth
I take her under the scalpel today, put a sack on her face
They say that I have the devil inside, I am honestly amused by their crying
I invite you to vivisection of human perversions and blemishes
I will focus on Auschwitz, the inhuman smell and lime
Bodies like rubbish, bulldozer stuffed into ditches
There is a grim braid of those who died there in bulk
The Gestapo, raping women, did not forgive the old woman
Prison Tuol Sleng, S-21 as you prefer
An image of a soldier smashing a child's tree from behind his head
Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, Tutsi and Hutu in Rwanda
Murdered families covered with a rug of rats
It's just a bit of dirt, literally a pinch of thimble
Change the entire Nanjing massacre on the head of the pin
Look closely, invite, approach and admire
Truth as cold as death brought by Kolyma

[Chorus]
It's an anatomical theater, it's an anatomical theater
This is an anatomical theater, there is no salvation
The original fear, like a viper, writhes in the bowels
There is nowhere to run, it's an anatomical theater
[Verse 2]
Mud flows out of the eye sockets, crushes the brain in a vise
I will disturb your inner harmony with Russian snuff-porn
In the room there is a knife and a bucket, a painting of a torture, a slaughterhouse
A skinned student in one of Krakow's apartments
Like the bark beetle, I drill into your mental peace
Sick individuals are vultures circling around bad thoughts
Kazimierz Polus et al., Henryk Kukuła, Karl Denke
Remind me of a girl scout at Kolanowski, Joker
I eat furiously like Cerberus, the room is going crazy, it's nice
Not all the world is sewage, it's still fun, wine
Check out Rio carnival, lambada, heat and dancing
Shemale with AIDS, GHB, lungs and kidneys removed
Light blue or Givenchy do not cover up connections
Among many Bogdan Arnold is sitting in his attic
A portrait full of nightmares, the aroma of corpses in the air
I pour this whole odium on paper like a Polaroid

[Chorus]
It's an anatomical theater, it's an anatomical theater
This is an anatomical theater, there is no salvation
The original fear, like a viper, writhes in the bowels
There is nowhere to run, it's an anatomical theater

[Verse 3]
The third planet from the Sun, a flying psychiatrist
Breath kill windows today and close the doors with three locks
The truth is bitter and I pull it in through the rolled up chrograph
The audience loves me, and my nostrils bleed in a frenzy
Humanity is mean, stench and decay hang in the air
The kidnapped Bulgarian is crying when you see the dick of a trucker
Feel her pain and despair, five days tired of her pimp
Google the stadium in Pristina - five thousand dresses
I see the world like a litter box, some shit and sand
Politics is a whore and death is a daughter of dictatorships
If God is looking down, I wonder what he feels in his bowels
Seeing a wreath with children bound by wire to trees
[Chorus]
It's an anatomical theater, it's an anatomical theater
This is an anatomical theater, there is no salvation
The original fear, like a viper, writhes in the bowels
There is nowhere to run, it's an anatomical theater