Playing cheekbones
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Shaking shoulders hunched
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A reasonable person is taxiing to the finish line.
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Clever speeches will not calm the flesh
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And this craving to cut, beat and stab.
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We all believe and hope, trying to love, and after,
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Hating everyone, we strike and ask
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Forgive and understand, forget and accept,
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But we are not trying to change ourselves at all,
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Damage to bones.
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Animals of the era of complete degradation,
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Slaves of banknotes -
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Soulless fifth race,
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Parasites of the planet
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Seeing no light.
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It does not matter the flood, explosion or comet.
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The card has been submitted. |
It's time to choose to roll or run
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Think and change something today
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Or close your eyes and move on
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Into the black swamp of oblivion as a single gray porridge.
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The fifth race is a rational kind of non-human basis.
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Fifth race - the same instincts and fears again and again.
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The fifth race is I, You, He, We
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...The same fears and instincts over and over again.
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Combed time changes the system of questions.
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What skin to hunt for in times of high demand?
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They are not jarred by the understanding of people like him,
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Helping others is not their law.
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Excuses are not a problem when there are no accusations
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And a new task is already on the table of a genius.
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The threads of the web are too clearly woven,
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Flies think they're just on the brink of war.
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The new race paves the way for itself,
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Implanting emotions directly through the media,
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Who convince the dead that they are alive
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Using them for stupid profit,
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For lousy ideas, crazy fantasies,
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They never found anything human inside themselves.
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Degradation of the last mind instantly and immediately,
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And it is unlikely that someone will say something for this race.
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They step back silently, falling louder.
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Everyone jerks off as they want and fuck everyone.
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Alone, begging for help almost for real
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Hoping that a minute later they will play in the box.
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More and more often in the city more often
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New walls rise, prices rise.
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On treason, waiting for the trick of the neighboring nation,
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The fifth race launches self-destruction.
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Salvation from the outside - somehow unlikely,
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Up to their ears in shit and what is disgusting - in fact it is pleasant.
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Children of debauchery, rotten buzz, hatred of a brother,
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And it doesn’t matter the hammer and sickle or the star-striped one.
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The gray-haired grandfather shrugs his shoulders from above,
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Unable to influence - here everything has long been decided by themselves.
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Errors in the system need to be corrected,
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Deletion from the memory of the Universe without recovery.
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The fifth race is a rational kind of non-human basis.
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Fifth race - the same instincts and fears again and again.
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The fifth race is I, You, He, We
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... The same fears and instincts. |