Напрасно Было(Cука)
К.-1 Третий день пошел без меня Я остался там, на войне Пуля-дура третьего дня Молча поселилась во мне. Нес меня Серега к своим Дождь рекою в след ему
В свои восемь уже курят сигареты, в грязные порваные вещи одети. Ночуя в подвалах, не чуя материнской ласки, живут как в грязной страшной сказке.
I heard a calling From mile beyond the grave What was it saying I could not make out a word Shiver in the cold light And in your troubled mind Darkness
A sense of wasted chance and time Goes deeper than we can accept On an everyday level so down it goes Moments of clarity under our nose But the words
Why deny the future Of mankind Lays in our hands You waste it Playing the global hero Only for your own Self-interest welfare None more you care Why
Sometimes I close my eyes sometimes I open my eyes But the view remains the same Surrounding me is prejudice And Melvin... that's my name Grave disorder
Aghast of the neglection Contempt of the older generation Righteousness is never maintained Leaving us with the shit of million years to come Systematic
Born... out of the womb I've been torn Killed by my own breeder But my spirit lives on To see the horrors They've planned with me Ripping out of my
Watch the powers combine on me As all weapons become my property One click - You're destroyed Unbeatable? ...Moribund! I'm a one man army I'm almighty
Your eyes are not yours They're robbed From so called trash-people Aren't you ashamed of their deaths I'll confront you With a horrible reality Open
Scourged by ignorance In a strench of perdition Grub to live in oblivion Captured in the rotting black In the black of dirtiness Feet starts to putrefy
Smell the stench It's something that won't wash off Look at me, touch me I need you to feel the guilt And did it bring you wealth For all the money
All hordes prepare for this final war The everlasting infinity It's in the black of our hearts Unite all hordes Prepare to hail Praise all the callers
Organised religion is fake The excuse of weak minds Guilty of slaughtering Millions and millions On the innocent ones It's fucking hypocrite But still
You're still alive You have no right To judge upon them now Your Nazi youth compost ideologies Were used before Resulting six million dead You wanna
Lusts of the flesh Pleasures of the flesh so divine It creates pain I become slave of the lusty greed Tempt me with your treasures Chastise me for my
The truth is now revealed And breaking through all lies The final words written down Ha truths none can deny Enslavement, oppression Inquisition, fascism
