Перевод песни Dead Poetic – Cannibal Vs. Cunning

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I'm the sadist that reminds you of your blessing
And the reaper that takes them away
To a place where they can lay there
And wilt and rot away
And this cell's just as cold as you left it And I'm scratching the walls to escape it Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us. The Cunning wins again
I'm the glorified liar sending you sentiment
And then posing as the innocent
You don't know about ignorance or pain
But you said you could take it away
And this cell's just as cold as you left it And I'm scratching the walls to escape it Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us. The Cunning wins again
You call this inspiration. I call this a charade
Driven by institution. Hell-bent on cleaning the stain
I should grab all these cannibals, lay them all in a straight line
And deny their requests for more, more, more
Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us, the rest of us Leave it to the Cannibal now
Feed him what's left of us. The Cunning wins again