ced oi, Metamaterial - Black And Decker
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Moscow, Nefteyugansk
Bread or Bran
Changing shoes on the fly—it’s just what we deserve.
Although, to be honest, I only own three pairs of shoes:
One for summer, one for winter, and one for winter in Siberia.

What if they shoe us again?
Then strip us barefoot, strip us naked...
Send us off somewhere—all for nothing.
Build a Great Wall around us.

While standing within the framework of the System,
One shouldn't associate with the wrong people—
Only with those *we* have approved.
Believe us: from our lofty heights, we have a much clearer view
Of the crimes of the soul.
Just tell us everything—don't hold anything back—describe it in detail:
What exactly...
Is your neighbor reading?
Staying up all night, never going to bed?
Surely it can't be... without a trace?
He never turns off the light—
Just keeps the window curtains drawn tight
To shield himself from the headlights
Of the black cars driving past.

Here, take the pen—and write.

Or perhaps you saw him—
That hairy, lice-infested devil—
Singing in his videos?
Spreading fake news, false rumors...
Lying, striking right at the raw nerve—claiming that those who won't survive
Are the spineless ones...
Those who’d sell their very souls just to escape the pain.
Pity he forgot: having "willpower" isn't about strength of spirit—
It’s simply about being *at liberty*—being free.

Which means, clearly, *he* doesn't qualify anymore.
And neither do you—you’re just like him:
Already sentenced to death—ahead of schedule.
But know this: I’ll save you from the noose—just like Clint Eastwood.
With a single shot.
Quickly.
I’ll divert the Deputy Minister’s languid gaze...
And the criminal case opened against you—under the cop’s watchful eye—
Will simply get lost in the shuffle...
Buried alongside three hundred others just like it.
Behind my eyelids, nothing remains but dreams framed in a windowpane.
So tell me: which will kill you first?
The great Russian "luminary"—or the Crimean sun?
That little circle marked so casually on the map...
We mustn't forget a single detail of the escape.
For Justice is truly fair—especially to the man...
Who saws off his own finger with a Black & Decker saw.

.......................

For my rap. The time has come.
Even if I’m underdeveloped—much like our entire society.
The general order of things right now is just plain dumb (dumb as hell).
Their vision is narrow; they suffer from ocular paralysis.
Assholes are everywhere—the "left-wing" types, for instance... (right here on this track).

I cherish freedom, but your "freedoms" are total bullshit;
They don't allow one to live life to the fullest—
Like Zhora Fizik did back in his prime.

Everything has become simple; there are no secrets left:
Choices, plus elections, plus a mortgage—
All hanging over us like a heavy burden.
It’s just "Demo-democracy"—what we really need is the "Premium" version.

I used to think that "rights" meant opportunities;
But I did the math, and it turns out they’re tied to money—
Statistically speaking, they converge.
If I’m right, then this is a damn good verse;
But I’m a "Lion"—like Landau—
And the Major never caught me.
We’re left guessing what’s inside the "black box";
Our collective brainstorming is woefully weak.
My wallet holds nothing but empty years;
And your gaze holds nothing but empty eyes.

There is ample room for fucking up in this life—
A fact revealed to us by the information constantly rushing past.
Our blind loyalty to habit digs our own graves;
That’s how it was, that’s how it is, and that’s how it will always be!

I thought a new humanism was already just around the corner;
But the fools just bent over backwards—it’s a concept completely alien to them.
I’m trying to make sense of it all through a metamodernist lens;
And if you don’t hear a specific "diss" aimed at you—consider this the diss.