yo!
to be heard, you know, it's some kinda bliss
take all the words - not a word can be missed
from now on ears and mouths by guidance of minds
will convert sentences in the anthem of crimes
the only song we serve with radical pepper
we were held for so long with their corrosive fetters
made in blacksmiths of popes, of police, of traders
dressed in kindful masks hiding eyes of invaders
we made it, at last, yeah we broke all the borders
turned rules into dust in the name of our Goddess
started shining sincerely fed by natural Mother
darkness all people fear is simply path that's much harder
that being an obedient crowd, deceived and proud
individuals are louder, they're gunpowder, brother!
take your part, come on!!
stronger than crowd
© Copyright: Дениска Зверёк Яковлев, 2008
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