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Destroy! Crush!
Hungry hate beats temples
You wanna eat and they're building a temple!
You think a penny to spend,
Fed creatures accumulate fat should it be like that?
Destroy! Crush!
Their fucking world - they bitched paradise!
Fill their pockets, build palaces,
It'll be never enough for them,
As long as we are silent - we are their slaves,
Where is our pride? Where is our honor?
Destroy! Crush!
Their fucking world - they bitched paradise!
You can keep quiet, you can tolerate,
Believe that everyone has its own destiny,
Work a lifetime and then die,
Without understanding that life is just one!
Destroy! Crush!
Their fucking world - they bitched paradise!
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Кровопийцы/Bloodsuckers
02:06
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"Bloodsuckers"
Politicians fill their stomachs, with cannon fodder,
We are hostages between power and greed.
They need our lives
They need our blood
Rotting corpses in frozen ground,
Shining dishes at their tables,
The harvest sown by bullets,
Matures in iron coffins.
They need your life.
They want our blood.
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Света
Destroy! Crush!
Hungry hate beats temples
You wanna eat and they're building a temple!
You think a penny to spend,
Fed creatures accumulate fat should it be like that?
Destroy! Crush!
Their fucking world - they bitched paradise!
Fill their pockets, build palaces,
It'll be never enough for them,
As long as we are silent - we are their slaves,
Where is our pride? Where is our honor?
Chorus
You can keep quiet, you can tolerate,
Believe that everyone has its own destiny,
Work a lifetime and then die,
Without understanding that life is just one!
Chorus
"Bloodsuckers"
Politicians fill their stomachs, with cannon fodder,
We are hostages between power and greed.
They need our lives
They need our blood
Rotting corpses in frozen ground,
Shining dishes at their tables,
The harvest sown by bullets,
Matures in iron coffins.
They need your life.
They want our blood.
"Konformizm slaves"
A vicious circle is closed,
Hopelessness strangles stronger
Home, work, family,
The usual order of things.
Konformizm slaves
A comfort that captured their thoughts
Fear that captured mind
Money is only a degree of freedom,
Melt in our hands.
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Meat grinder
System meat grinder
Makes us a forcemeat,
We the same resource
As oil or gas.
This fucking meat grinder!
Grinds our bones,
This fucking meat grinder
The machine of anger and hate
Soldiers' burden
Or hard-labor work,
Its cogwheel
All grind
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4scums Saint Petersburg, Russia
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