Многоточие Band - Сундук Мертвеца
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We have big problems because less than 3% of you read books
Because the truth is for you is what this box gives you
Today lives a whole generation of those who know everything from this box
This box makes and overtakes presidents, Roman dads and prime ministers
You believe that reality is a box, not your life
You do everything that the box tells you, you dress like in a box
Eat, what is in the box, grow children like in a box and even think how this box
This is mass insanity, you are maniacs, listen to me.

In the yard of the 21st century, but why drink and stupidity is not destroyed
I need Hiroshima so as not to live like a dog
Separate and conquer, Lucifer Hello
And now the old friend repeats to me that everything is in vain
There is no way out, a fake comment, dark days running away years
Impasse of dead ends, the war of worlds and leaking blood
The blood of the Earth for the blood of the bodies, you have not yet come under the sight
You are a living product in the world of galloping prices
Shout wow, turn on the cameras

After all, you see nothing beyond your hands
The Dead Stand is your only friend
Dumb paintings, routine, 300 words in everyday life
Leading Tins pull Tina in you live
You are zombies, soulless dolls on the remote control
I are lost in television projects and cults.

Blood, violence, debauchery has no end
This opens the Dead's chest
The brains are poured on the brains of the masses like pollen
This opens the Dead's chest
Where souls are burned, hearts cut out
This opens the Dead's chest
Fish from the head and homeland from the porch
This opens the Dead's chest

Careful in the night a random of neon, a box filled with a rut
Gearbox, fake cars
The chest of the dead, there is no face behind their mask
Watch the fugitive with caution
Streams are moving *** scum, there is a race
Victims, brains, pupils and membrane, brown funnel
As if the thief drags your thoughts deftly
Behind each button on the remote control is Putin Vovka plan
Foams, spectators like prisoners
Washing examples saw unforgettable
Carriers of infection, noses of viewers
Telexstasis flows like an orgasm
Brains are clogged to failure from the warehouse
KGB with home delivery
Like the whole system, the TV set is controlled by all kinds of reptiles
Under the outfit of a sheep from the screen, a predator thirsty for blood climbs
Sabbath Witches and a demonic boy.

Blood, violence, debauchery has no end
This opens the Dead's chest
The brains are poured on the brains of the masses like pollen
This opens the Dead's chest
Where souls are burned, hearts cut out
This opens the Dead's chest
Fish from the head and homeland from the porch
This opens the Dead's chest

Four people per chest of the dead
We will never bow dutifully, like a sheep
I never thought that the beginning of the end was already close
To many children, the screen replaced the father, down with the shadow from the face
Street against poison, from the television of the end
Showed how I drank Vincetz, after smoking Sentsi
And someone looked and he will like it
And then there was another NARK and a drunkard

Personality meat grinder, these broadcasts, broadcasts
Enrich society for fake things
Format plane 4 on 3 beats from the inside
Look deeper or don't look at all
It is useful to live thoughtlessly for the nervous system
The chest just solves such problems
The clock gives joy around the clock and sows panic
So change the batteries in your flashlight
Think seven times before you believe once
And at all you should not hang on this ger
I hope conscience will wake up by the rulers of the world
And finally they will fix the filter for the television
In the meantime, I am in this promising expectation
Hold on the brothers and sisters, and less scolding.

Blood, violence, debauchery has no end
This opens the Dead's chest
The brains are poured on the brains of the masses like pollen
This opens the Dead's chest
Where souls are burned, hearts cut out
This opens the Dead's chest
Fish from the head and homeland from the porch
This opens the Dead's chest