I wanted for the truth, for the truth - the saga of the demon,
Here is a member of clans and families.
Free style, the collider dispersed the bazon,
Their whole form is clay, like the Kremlin or the Pentagon.
The dominant paradigm of their prayers is spam,
Under the black flag there is Odysseus ink on the sheets.
He's here, yes, until the word spreads
As the oceans tear down a tower, my country is wide.
That's nice, he beat so that he broke the drum.
The scalp hunter hung the white skull on the wigwam.
Attack on the brain is Boss in a Rolls-Royce symbiosis of threats
Like Nails to the bone, fire and anger, the word is a true story with God in growth.
The laws of the world are written by faggots, colored genders.
On the deposits, miners crumble happiness in ephedra vapours.
Yes! He makes films bigger than life
Time has shown - minus donat - fashion is a dead franchise.
I'm kind of Russian, but for business I prefer German,
Here are Penkirtons and Kasady in the optics of Karl Seltz.
Take it as it is, understand, we grew up like this without losing our hearts.
If you were thrown there, you would call this place - Auschwitz.
Based on lies and lies subculture in the country,
Laughter and sin, their grandmas are tearing the roof like Satan.
You have a virus in your blood, a barcode on your forehead, a sheep with an implant.
WTF Uncle Vova - what the fuck is that?!

CHORUS:
The demon is always inside, just like God is a paradigm.
The choice is yours, who is your referee in the ring.
Black and white, tearing the lyre of the soul...
Keep up, but don't rush, that's life.
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Remember the axiom, all floors lead to them anyway.

VERSE #2:
Remember, there is one fate against an armada of tanks,
I'm not a whore, I'm here for love and not for money.
The original is always under the showcase with a bunch of marriage,
You do not understand, sit eat food and wag your dog's tail.
I passed on the password, I took bread and salt with me,
And there's respect in a dick, you're an outcast without a dough.
He fries a fat steak in the chest nuclear fire,
(Estimate) he asks me with the crowd to give that Caudle a fight.
I don't need a stage, I'm already a noose for them,
He told me primitive?! laughing?! Come on, just like me.
(I) put morality and glory at the peak.
That's why wolves don't give a fuck about your circus.

CHORUS:
The demon is always inside, like God, a paradigm.
The choice is yours who is your referee in the ring.
Black and white, tearing the lyre of the soul...
Keep up, but don't rush, that's life.
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Remember the axiom .... all floors lead to them anyway.