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Sometimes I, as if through time I see ruins in the steppe,
covered with ash, the whole world and sharon are only gray desert
It’s sick to watch TV, crowds of children and dibilov
Someone put the glasses to them, otherwise they will not see the door
I did not believe in religion, they are lost in books
And the Vatican Time Palace of Pedophiles
The end is already close, the black appealed no better
the same father or son, fatty sews on the ears
In a hundred years, we and I will be narrow -eyed with a beard
After all, the floor of Europe is chocolate today, blasphemy
They do not like this topic, but our children are interpreting
In everything, I am more than sure, fucking, Jews will arrest
easier to be anyone, Kumirov Task Hollywood
the values of those that the ancestors cherished us, they do not fuck us
screen, radio, magazines, online
We are fucking in the eyes and ears, like a slut in anal ...
die of cancer-we smoke, die from AIDS, let's go,
But they rub us about ozones - are we afraid of the sun?
elections of thick -skinned fagots with a face, wider than a gate
And fuck, what's the difference, who will fuck, are they or someone?
And we are idiots, and we hate each other
Someone baptized Jesus, and we washed our hands,
come to your senses - you have a hack in your ears
No matter what the huynoye I am, you are no better than me ...

This is her, a sad song
We sought ourselves to sing it forever
until we get up from the knees
But just wait for change
Stop waiting for day by day
Do you want to change something? So start with yourself ...

crowds of pylaltsy on TV, like rams on the gate
And the herd for grandmas is ready to do anything
And our fat, swollen Angela
Sows into our ears from Berlin and makes an angel ...
I cut off my lopchi from my ears, I drew a TV set
*All the inside of the spontaneous world fucked into the skull*
After all, our intelligent cock is read,
In Europe, there will soon be a passport with a microchip ...
This world is ruled by bankers, printing grandmas,
burning us to the bones, and burning the remains,
And we are glad to be slaves, because stupid, like logs
We are attracted to statuses, wealth and each of us fuckers ...
Children are not brought up by dad and mom,
And brainless faces with MTV and magazines,
I see minor macro -grips dressed as prostitutes
Examples of society are homosexuals, bastards ...
Glass man, and glory to the Internet
The people are like terrorists who are not
Terrorists do not wear an explosive belt,
And dress in costumes for three thousand bucks ...
And we are gnawing at each other throats because of dullness and trifles
And for the SPMNA we stole our own children
Having made slaves out of them, a herd that is conducted on the grandmas
And we roll right into hell, and the devil sits behind the steering wheel ...

This is her, a sad song
We sought ourselves to sing it forever
until we get up from the knees
But just wait for change
Stop waiting for day by day
Do you want to change something? So start with yourself ...