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*Perfect sensations, the head passes, yes. Head, but in general. Yes, after all ...*
Five bottles of whiskey on my desk,
Two cheap whores are jumping on a dick,
Two cheap whores are jumping on a dick.
The gun is always charged, it is always ready
To knock out shit out of you with no beautiful words,
To knock your brains out without the last words.
The cigarette is smoldering in a severed hand,
The remains of someone's life "hang on a thread",
The remains of your life "hang on a thread".
My hair was gray as the hole in his chest grew.
Open the bottle, load the gun.
Open the bottle, load the gun.
The bills have been paid, the end is approaching.
Fear is determined by your face.
I'm shooting - you dance.
Five empty bottles on my desk,
Two rotting corpses in their own shit.
The corpses rot in their own shit.
*Well, you see how well it all ended.*
*At the beginning and end of the song - excerpts from the movie "5 bottles of vodka", 2001.
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Something more than just a piece of shit.
Something lighter than black terror.
The dark side picks through the catacombs of the soul,
And she beats in agony as he lowers his gaze.
Something more terrible than a man.
Something more vile than your speech.
They burn in cauldrons, live out their age,
Fill your bodies with a universal oven.
Your world will be destroyed when this world falls.
Let there be a wasteland, let death be.
Let it all perish, then he will come,
To take away those who glorified his glory.
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Born in Russia, grew up in a greenhouse,
Never worked, it was enough to be born.
Tell me how you were in prison.
And taking into account everything, your life is hardened feces.
Tell me how the streets grew,
Tell me how the overdose survived,
How many fucked women, whom he beat to death,
While this country is sinking.
Masturbation is for losers.
Ugly women are for real men.
We are born to die later.
Jews are born to burn.
Alice is born to burn.
And you were born to look
This low-budget psychological thriller.
"Изи", "Рил ток", "Жёска" and "Сильна".
While a piece of meat climbed from the vagina,
Who then sucked this quagmire.
Masturbation is for losers.
Ugly women are for real men.
*Glory to Great Putin, Yes, Comrades*
Political activists and feminists,
For breakfast - shit in an aluminum bowl. //Reference to a film "Green Elephant", 1999
The forgotten churchyard, your portrait on the cross,
You have always settled in this ass.
Did not serve in the army, did not break the law - not a man.
I prefer to masturbate, but you are used to women.
Disciplinary battalion and strung string.
Yes, save us all, Satan.
Masturbation is for losers.
Ugly women are for real men.
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*Mass Satanic orgy*
I would also sell the soul to the devil, it would be something to sell.
You were absolutely wrong.
When "chewing snot" and hair tore, trying to say something.
You went astray, not knowing anything.
I'm not trying to figure out what the point is anymore.
Lost in the abundance of flesh and black candles.
Her naked body on the altar will not let me sleep.
Anonymous meetings for those who love hot.
I would also tear my ass, choosing a career,
But I do not want to choose.
In stone booths, following the same example,
Eat, primitive fuck and sleep.
I'm not trying to figure out what the point is anymore.
Lost in the abundance of flesh and black candles.
Her dead body on the altar will not let me sleep.
Anonymous meetings for those who love hot.
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When time is short, and at the same time a lot.
When there is no choice, and there is only a road.
When, the cold compresses in a vice.
Then there is a reason to drop bombs.
There is a sense of crawling into the catacombs.
Then, tears the flesh from anguish.
Know your original fear.
Be blinding light in the darkness.
Only those whose minds are forever in chains are blinded.
Give your flesh to the cold earth.
When she reveals her bottomless womb.
A new era begins its course.
An eternal, dark, aeon burns matter.
Any second you can come back.
Such as you do not remain
For a long time. Such as you - a million.
Know your original fear.
Be blinding light in the darkness.
Only those whose minds are forever in chains are blinded.
Give your flesh to the cold earth.
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On your grave this night will be hot.
Your death was the best gift for all of us.
As a rule, a new life begins its course with suffering.
I burn bodies and get rid of memories.
Syndrome of cut throats and perpetual ice.
Rusted chains grow into the body over the years.
We can be recognized by a bottle in the hands and holes in the chest.
Our house is in places you will never find.
Our light is darkness, good is one with evil.
Your god remains in the museum, behind thick glass.
Today your corpse will have the hottest night.
After two bottles, I creep away.
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I'm so ugly that you're afraid to approach,
You do not look at me, you prefer to bypass
Side, and still you are afraid to admit
Me in your house.
My heart is bursting with tobacco,
The severed hand takes the cigarette.
I wake up in the morning, but death is still as close,
She sits with me at the table every evening.
Let me into your room, I will remain silent.
What have I done to you, try to say.
Go to hell, you stupid bitch, I do not care.
The knife in your throat it's funny.
I killed your mother and stabbed your father.
I look at you on you there is no face.
You'll have to taste a little lead.
Yes, my meat mincer has no end.
Do not look at me with such an offended look.
Remember, I said that I will always be close to you?
Why are you crying? Are not you happy with me?
Well, then you will be crucified.
Let me into your room, I will remain silent.
What have I done to you, try to say.
Go to hell you stupid bitch, I do not care.
The knife in your throat it's funny.
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Very Ironic
01:58
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It looks like I'm dying.
That's how it ends.
We all do not live, but just die slowly from the moment of birth.
Someone is lucky, someone is not very, but someone was not born at all.
And someone was born, but dead. Cycles of time, civilizations carve their veins, one after another.
At first you do not care, but then you suddenly realize that your time passes, with every second.
The hardest part is that you can not do anything because the mankind has driven itself into a framework.
Love and hatred of life at the same time.
You're scared?
Darkness does not frighten, it attracts, it is obvious.
Man still exists only because of the instinct of self-preservation, nothing more.
Only in dreams, suicide seems romantic and pretentious, but in fact you will be found in a loop only in shit and urine.
Very ironic.
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