Now you’re obsessed with some kind of monster,
Your eyes are burning, your fists are solid.
Flags are flying in the buried sky,
One-party system, is that what you like?
God is standing, he know knows what you need.
Bread and blood, money and seed.
A little white dwarf will take you to hell,
You have no voice, you know it so well.
Follow me, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
Follow me, everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone.
-Hi, mommy, is their something to eat?
- Hell no my darling, you better go slip.
- Listen mommy, I hear no voices!
- Everybody are dead; They did their choices.
Meat and flash, arms but no soul.
You’ve sold it out, now you have no control.
Our leader is smiling, the owner of things.
Revolution is coming, revolution of pigs.
Выборы, выборы, кандидаты - П
© Copyright: Игорь Безликий, 2011
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