MORPHEVS - Стая
текст песни

Hook:
There are mountains of plastic here
A salty river flows down your cheeks
War is like a holiday there,
Where my voracious flock rules
There are mountains of plastic here
A salty river flows down your cheeks
War is like a holiday there,
Where is my voracious flock

demarcating your path
the loose flock is drowning
in its own juice
in the concrete jungle as if in captivity
where the consumer always creates fuss
not a man, but Godzilla
every new step brings only ruins
"what will happen after us
Do I really care about that?"

Hook:
There are mountains of plastic here
A salty river flows down your cheeks
War is like a holiday there,
Where my voracious flock rules
There are mountains of plastic here
A salty river flows down your cheeks
Such tactics, is there any need for intelligence?
When is the passion for money?

you were blinded by the environment
you're just a rope
like a comma in a line
Don't piss your collar to stain
when the lying thief wants to take
a piece of your heaven
like a fly in a cut glass
you're tossing around in a cage
of this universe
and these bills chirp
there's no chance for you here
there's no chance for you here

embrace the beast within you!(to himself)