Текст песни SЦ- Gradient - Король говорит

In the race for progress, we crawl like a cuttlefish
Sinshim scoring on the conscience here, but know to us the penalty rolls
For unpaid debt come to us the servants of Satan
Do not ask what their success is their fate on trial
 
Interest dripping rain credit on us like a yoke
On society, the pressure lever camp cruel thieves
Do not back down from evil because the track is too narrow
Everything here is morally poor, but let it be rich here if I

I will carry here my profit not in the sermons of idle
If not you and I, who will win for their power
Broadcast in the drawer haughtily again us the facts shuffling
Spewing your lies straight like Vesuvius crater

think otherwise you will angrily punish
There is a hunt for success like hyenas on roe
And in pursuit of a dream, we run to the embrasure
The placebo effect is based on who will make them

Chained mouths on our hands forge chains
And We do not see the sea, outside the window in the color of the cabins
The king says exhale or inhale
Power is such - where is the success there and the catch

Recognition will deserve someone to walk on bare coal
People hook epatage faster than a bullet at times
In whom this flame burns but goes out
Like clowns on casting to grow cool
Listen to me - my dear opponent
Your bright fuse will take years to nil
Distorted grotesque - article headlines
You will not be Themis trying to become her
And is your long lasting attraction?
Time will burn to ashes libretto
what the girl wrote would sink to the bottom
after discarded bones, it's like a domino fish
As byyyy iskhooood we did not inspire, I am sure of the correctness
They are hardly poseidons, but they drive with a fork
Crowd pet or unrecognized talent
But the word to the king, who will be pan or gone
Wandering in your thoughts roam like a barmatuha
Your candle of old hopes in a spiritual temple is rotten
And the Diss lift you up, but fall to the gopoty
until the king of battle alive you dance to the tune of doctrines

Chained mouths on our hands forge chains
And We do not see the sea, outside the window in the color of the cabins
The king says exhale or inhale
This power is such that where there is success and the catch

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2 part for Nastya Thorn
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Again we see these drops of love
BUT before the fire we could burn
Lead her to where the dreams haven't gone out
seen in vain - he saw through her
Time settles, but like ash on strands of hair
Feelings like clothes after graters have lost their gloss
Her world in his hands ambitions to the penthouse
Vicodin treats her just like in the doping house hospital.
Blind hope we choke in the womb
Cuts down the root of the vent phobias
For idle fun harness melancholy
Her anger in the eyes and wolf grin
answer ... how much longer will you be
He threw on the shoulder blade forbidden reception
Do not know her His happiness even though she was given an identikit
Not everyone has a cottage, but there are stones in the gardens
Knit a splentie waist-high as a belt
It is their decadence they lie and grow stupid
Themis will behold the good
Who hatched malice knows Abortion
And in a bowl of scales their ulcers will not weigh
Shouting kings, in his arrogance
writes poetry by dedicating to him
is like a backpack over the blame

They seemed to be scattered in the corners of the planet earth.
And here, instead of the cry of the soul, coins are again ringing
He is for her God and the only king in the world
But all his words reflected only in mimic the pain