Интроверт - Мёртвые души
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Ordinary people surround us
From the flesh and blood they
Afraid of death to terrible
After all, their days are not numbered
They live like in the desert
Where each to each other is like a wolf
There is no joy in their life from now on
Each of them is lonely
People once wanted freedom
Throw off the shackles
But exchanged her for income
From debt bondage
People are bogged down and drown in a swamp
Despair and voids
Their life in a cycle
Fear and poverty

They discuss other people's problems
Living with logs in the eyes
Their vulgar speeches are carried into memes
Media in fragile minds
They call each other friends
Storing circular bail
Their thoughts are clogged by the leaders
All disagreed cud
And in a world where rotten atrocities rules
Where is the hands on the elbow in the blood
These people have choral unity
Z patriots of the country
People stuck in a quagmire down the ears
God pray, I'm sorry
These people have dead souls
And they can no longer be saved

Faltering life
Life for yourself
Tomorrow
Everything is like yesterday
In the morning the sunrise
At night, sunset
Bloody mode
He rolls to hell
Life runs out
Mountain river
Following the departed
Gray fate
Angels cry
Sobbling sobbing
People lose
Conscience and shame

Free people mired in intrigues
There is nowhere to put stigma
Their speeches forever froze in blitzkrings
Imperial views of the plague
Their vile faces sweat in the races
Their thoughts are black like a resin
The grimace of the grimace is hidden behind the helmet
Only acid in their souls
They cover their crime
Drag the world to nowhere
From blood and authorities eat pleasure
And jerk off on the icon of the king
But still there are people who are not alien
Higher values ​​the role
Their mission put on the table a scarf Frida
Beat the bald moth