Singer: Deep-Ex-Sense

He does not dress as we trust not in what we
See, he's not quite what it should be.
What is the point to leave him alive now?

Will spare for chalk to draw a large square
The size of the country, and maybe even more.
And those who had not come, we will be punished.
All who will come out of it, we punish too.

Each has its own truth, your God, your mindset -
Everyone will find a reason to drop bombs on your children.
Whoever coined that phrase was wrong:
"Everyone has their own truth" - it turns out that there is no truth.

Calling other animals, would animals I
And we long to sail the measurement
Technical progress, but behave
Seems like yesterday we descended from the trees.

"So let's say goodbye to the outgoing year, it's gonna be chocolate!"
We driving face on TV persuasive speech, this alluring
But even a hologram of Tupac looks more real!

Socialnetdaily each potential Judas!

I, alas, have not found in the directory, someone spelled out the truth.
There at the price of faith and religion give, choose yours!
There's a new point to add, do not cease.
There are sailors without orders the captain will never go out of cabins.

Time, we settled on the face,
It's only the sand,
What pours out of holes from the heavens...
It is a pity that we couldn't patch up.
Our broken balloon.
Still standing on the ground.

If the army made them a man, the man a reference to*baeba.

On the one hand commanders, with another flock of soldiers.
Grandparents, elephants. It is an old house or a zoo?
The first is unlikely, but the second is very likely.

The civilian honor of losing in the army do give.

Maybe fat officers whose bellies don't fit into armor,
To awaken my faith in the integrity of our Motherland bath?

There is a clear line between school life and dollars*abismo.
Erased imposed on the homeland by a prism of patriotism.

My drunken love doesn't drink anymore.