- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- Syndrome "Suffering"
- Текст
- Who's gonna slave you?!
Who's gonna take your freedom?!
Get your gun! Get your gun! Get your gun!
Stop counting
When the sun turns over planet.
Here begins the end,
With the eyes looked sober.
Tainted nation kill the each other,
Die with no regret. Die with no bother.
I don’t know
why d’you fucking judge me
All the time, when I start falling.
And your hands
too weak and tired to hold me
And dropping all
Dropping all around me.
I stood
on the ruins of Abrams,
watched as the sky broke bombs,
condemning
to death all living,
I'm clutching a grenade in my burn hands.
I don’t know
why d’you fucking judge me
All the time, when I start falling.
And your hands
too weak and tired to hold me
And dropping all
Dropping all around me.
Destroy all enemies. Spread the missiles.
The world will break apart when we have to stop.