Shh
Nobody talks when she talks
Who can take thing she put her eyes on?
Who dares?
Look around to count it
Guts, severed legs, stampede
A boy's begging to give a way out
But how I'm gonna do it without both wrists?
My blood is now on his face
My body is crowned by flakes
You'd think there is nothing that should faze me as since I've got proper reasons to laze
He's yelling to loud
I'm saying
'You're not dad, my friend, it's nightmare
How dare you cry in front of dead crowd?'
Rain wanna get inside our bunker to see the man who made a suicide taken hundred lives with bomb made in Raqqa
I will disappoint you
Struggle won't take place here, it's not a pop-corn saga
In the final of this action none of main heroes fix their problem
So many awful things in world and I've got `em
But why should I die for God if my soul doesn't even got it?
TNT, anthrax
P-R
Remote control packs
O-G-R
Mass media cracks
E -SS
We have had enough of such progress
Is it the way it should be?
D-M
Free hand including to kill
C-R-C
Is it safe freedom, 'cause I am
One of the billion who let it be
Fear penetrates my bones
That it kills and treats like tons of gold and silver bars
In blocked warehouse that you posses though it can't be sold
A bit of hope still stays in soul with buzzer sounds through rubble, stones shovel knocks
You see its growth
If I survive, I'll buy a toy that can do both!
I'll change my ever life course
I'll despise things they endorse getting outta every afternoon preaching not to fear
Of course, it's me who ought to get to his work on subway carriages
I wish you knew your 'himinime's' is sucky way to erase me!
Dear nurse, miss
No need to inquire my address, 'cause it doesn't matter is it Lenin or Kharchenko street
We are lost
Whatever are written on my post I see on top of every letter 'is intended for ghost'
TNT, anthrax
P-R
Remote control packs
O-G-R
Mass media cracks
E -SS
We have had enough of such progress
Is it the way it should be?
D-M
Free hand including to kill
C-R-C
Is it safe freedom, 'cause I am
One of the billion who let it be
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Shh
Nobody talks when she talks
Who can take thing she put her eyes on?
Who dares?
Look around to count it
Guts, severed legs, stampede
A boy's begging to give a way out
But how I'm gonna do it without both wrists?
My blood is now on his face
My body is crowned by flakes
You'd think there is nothing that should faze me as since I've got proper reasons to laze
He's yelling to loud
I'm saying
'You're not dad, my friend, it's nightmare
How dare you cry in front of dead crowd?'
Rain wanna get inside our bunker to see the man who made a suicide taken hundred lives with bomb made in Raqqa
I will disappoint you
Struggle won't take place here, it's not a pop-corn saga
In the final of this action none of main heroes fix their problem
So many awful things in world and I've got `em
But why should I die for God if my soul doesn't even got it?
TNT, anthrax
P-R
Remote control packs
O-G-R
Mass media cracks
E -SS
We have had enough of such progress
Is it the way it should be?
D-M
Free hand including to kill
C-R-C
Is it safe freedom, 'cause I am
One of the billion who let it be
Fear penetrates my bones
That it kills and treats like tons of gold and silver bars
In blocked warehouse that you posses though it can't be sold
A bit of hope still stays in soul with buzzer sounds through rubble, stones shovel knocks
You see its growth
If I survive, I'll buy a toy that can do both!
I'll change my ever life course
I'll despise things they endorse getting outta every afternoon preaching not to fear
Of course, it's me who ought to get to his work on subway carriages
I wish you knew your 'himinime's' is sucky way to erase me!
Dear nurse, miss
No need to inquire my address, 'cause it doesn't matter is it Lenin or Kharchenko street
We are lost
Whatever are written on my post I see on top of every letter 'is intended for ghost'
TNT, anthrax
P-R
Remote control packs
O-G-R
Mass media cracks
E -SS
We have had enough of such progress
Is it the way it should be?
D-M
Free hand including to kill
C-R-C
Is it safe freedom, 'cause I am
One of the billion who let it be
Nobody talks when she talks
Who can take thing she put her eyes on?
Who dares?
Look around to count it
Guts, severed legs, stampede
A boy's begging to give a way out
But how I'm gonna do it without both wrists?
My blood is now on his face
My body is crowned by flakes
You'd think there is nothing that should faze me as since I've got proper reasons to laze
He's yelling to loud
I'm saying
'You're not dad, my friend, it's nightmare
How dare you cry in front of dead crowd?'
Rain wanna get inside our bunker to see the man who made a suicide taken hundred lives with bomb made in Raqqa
I will disappoint you
Struggle won't take place here, it's not a pop-corn saga
In the final of this action none of main heroes fix their problem
So many awful things in world and I've got `em
But why should I die for God if my soul doesn't even got it?
TNT, anthrax
P-R
Remote control packs
O-G-R
Mass media cracks
E -SS
We have had enough of such progress
Is it the way it should be?
D-M
Free hand including to kill
C-R-C
Is it safe freedom, 'cause I am
One of the billion who let it be
Fear penetrates my bones
That it kills and treats like tons of gold and silver bars
In blocked warehouse that you posses though it can't be sold
A bit of hope still stays in soul with buzzer sounds through rubble, stones shovel knocks
You see its growth
If I survive, I'll buy a toy that can do both!
I'll change my ever life course
I'll despise things they endorse getting outta every afternoon preaching not to fear
Of course, it's me who ought to get to his work on subway carriages
I wish you knew your 'himinime's' is sucky way to erase me!
Dear nurse, miss
No need to inquire my address, 'cause it doesn't matter is it Lenin or Kharchenko street
We are lost
Whatever are written on my post I see on top of every letter 'is intended for ghost'
TNT, anthrax
P-R
Remote control packs
O-G-R
Mass media cracks
E -SS
We have had enough of such progress
Is it the way it should be?
D-M
Free hand including to kill
C-R-C
Is it safe freedom, 'cause I am
One of the billion who let it be
Writer: Dmitriy Yali
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