Lyrics Grim dictator - Инфо

Always was such clothes at latitude
Although the crowd hung on a patriotic wave
The days were drowned in wine, it was all my fault
Drops dried on the bottom, a hole in the head

Permanent lack of lava, ideas in prison
He glued himself on pieces, someone was chalked
But I stayed whole, there were always goals
Many jumped from sight, others dragged a trailer

Remained itself, everything repeated like a chorus
Now himself among those who are tightly steklet
Nerves at the limit, close to the age of redel
I'm bogged down in blunders,

Souls were cold, I spent one hour in the department
It was and was no longer regret, secondarily
The days were erased instantly, the time thawed
He did a lot of harm to himself, it's not true.

These quarters and districts breathe with their lives
Many people do not hear me, I like squeezing lemon juice
These lines burned on white paper
From the cellars to the roof, write and write, thoughts

Dreams are carried away into the distance, others become higher
But while he did not survive from his mind, he was not much cleaner
Sifted like a sieve, all unnecessary and superfluous
Without obits, so it turned out, we breathe further.

From the events that occur, there is no way to escape
To all sympathize, not enough heart
Not enough money, but this is not a reason for escape
Help what you can, be open and honest

After all, we are really strong when we are together
It happens that it's not chylo, twists in a batch
While the official settles in his leather chair
But not that we sink and we are its cruiser

Because of the influx of visitors, the environment looks like a garbage dump
Who is here? Why? And from where? Who will not remember
Someone to build, others to break, and someone just looks
This is all unlikely to benefit, rather spoil

More for permanent residence, and less for an escort
Weak ones are knocked out of the way, left behind
Nobody cares about your excuses for a long time
Want to take it, but make money

There are things that I do not understand, murders, abortions
People like robots, such are the turns
Narco and alco vampires-blooded hands
The sea of ​​advertising, beautifully described, flows of pus

But only a few will survive on Noah's ark
A wave of slag, everyone will cover everything
Babes that clubs breathe in the roads
Forgotten about God, eclipsed them densely

For a long time I scored what it means to be meek
For a long time already I rubbed my legs, covering the rapids
It's too early to do any results
My message is not for everyone, but I wanted so that for many

In four walls I will escape from the storm
Restart the whole system, mind re-bite
I will adjust to my own way, immerse myself in culture
I am inaccessible to everyone when I write and rhyme

chorus:
If you take the case, do it with a hunt
Otherwise, why not be a thinking bot
And so full of fuss causing vomiting
In the pursuit of a goal-not a place to be timid
                                  (not the time)