Текст песни Бутырка - За Ё-Моё

I did my time and I want out, so effusive Fade
It doesn't cut the soul is not so vibrant.
The Reckoning, The Sickening,Packaging Subversion
Pseudo-Sacrosanct Perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save.
Sinking in, Getting smaller again
I'M DONE, It has begun.I'm not the only one...

And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall..
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me.

<psychosocial>

There are cracks in the road we laid,
But where the temple fell,
The secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new,
But when we killed it all,
The hate was all we had.
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong.
Now there's only emptiness...venomous, insipid.
I think were done.I'm not the only one...

And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall..
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me.

<psychosocial>

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD

Fake Anti-Fascist lie, I tried to tell you, but
Your purple hearts are giving out.
Can't stop the killing idea if it's hunting season.
Is this what you want?I'm not the only one...

And the rain will kill us all...
We throw ourselves against the wall..
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me.

<psychosocial>

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD