Singer: Cockroaches!

If you want, as rather to lose yourself
Listen to what they say about you.
He, Two in one
Sweet poison of adoration and hatred bitter poison...
So spit on them!
That voice knocks me from inside,
Inside of me, inside of me....
Not yet the verse, from hatred and love!

Not looking, not looking, not looking for approval
And charity doesn't sting me
If you put ahead of your own - other people's opinions
What will be left you by yourself?
So spit on them!
That voice knocks me from inside,
Inside me, inside me...
Not yet the verse, from hatred and love and empty disputes.

Here sense of humor - not "concepts",
In the course of other songs.
Punk rock for the spirit lift
There are no...

Look at these faces, brother!
Where are we?
Not one smile, we ***pepper,
Such Hari...
Huddling together
They are fun pogroms.
All the horrors on the conscience of the people
With such noses.

Zero, zero emotions, baby, are clearly wide of the goal.
It is the anesthesia.
Salt, sweat, blood and tears to the maximum dose.
Know how to catch me?
Hey! Hang tight, I will not be worse
I have to feel the bruises on the skin.
We're the same.
Know what I can take?

Better to have a moment to glow in his world
Than an Eternity to gather dust in someone else's!

If faith is to insult someone maybe mine -
To know it is worthless.
In the heart of the anger, so in heaven there at the moment
Place for me and forgiveness.

God, you tell me
Crucify and burn in thy name?
Maybe You aren't taught not to judge and to forgive,
But then we are bad students...

No doubt: wherever brother shoots brother
The person that the brothers sold the machines.

Until the whole calendar is not the whole calendar
Composed of black dates.
What can I change? What can I change
That was not afraid to look back?

You can wait, you can lie to yourself and her!
Go crazy and pretend that everything is okay.
But again will begin to breathe only from his lips will fly
Five words: "I don't love you anymore!"

They live Forever, the billions of stars in love?
See the milky Way?
You know, his stuff is made of dust and we're
Made and we with you.

But tomorrow life will kick you on your ***Alu,
That no remnant of the former fuse.

Without love we are just bags
With bones, intestines and liver.
Without love we are just the pieces
Alive in the form of human flesh.