Текст песни Ка тет feat. Horus - Ересь

I curtained my eyes again lethargic centuries.
R. REP is captured by cripples!
This compost of someone else's culture is visible everywhere.
I have practically no one to listen to.

I fall asleep again under their nonsense, because they mildly lay it here.
All their creativity is "the minstrel show!"
All they are capable of -
This is caused by the most near shock.

But what to wait? There is a new sound here!
Here he is a style, friend! Tear out of wild taboos!
Someone bone dogmas to me stupid in the ground.

After all, nonsense everywhere! Ugh!
For a long time, they have a morning in their mouth.
Russian repid is a corpse from which I prepared a trampoline -
This is easier than finding a flame in hell!

I don't care where the herd is looking.
The herd is raising what they will give.
Again it climbs obediently into the clamp.
After all, the grass is tastier where the whip will show them!

Not to me under the diamond crumble stars,
In the gray slush of everyday life, drown without a goal!
Nearby is a mill of the time.
Waiting for to grind into bone flour.

Not the first orchestra violin.
There is a game contrary to the conductor!
I am not a slave to the conjuncture. Do you hear?
Therefore, - forced to grow like a dollar.

Mordor around. I am angry like a morgot.
Yes, but with a gut for art, like Noldor!
The goal is the folded mountains, among these -
Forever well -fed MC! I am a hungry glutton!

So, I am purple, which is treating an expert!
You are not Morgan Freeman, I don't need your advice.
To hell with the shameful pillars of these public opinions.
Leave your nonsense with you!

Brrr! Your nonsense! Your nonsense!
Each drags his cross. Leave my choice to me.
Studio-scrap, I carry my skeleton there.
It steps on the heels to me, the time is a cereal!

Here, life flies - this is a string of affairs.
Sports are flourishing - running from problems.
Actions will not distilty thoughts, so
I will throw out (l) in Mike everything that I wanted.

I am shaman on the block, again on the block -
Where crafty rummages like Loki.
Different legs are trampling some roads.
Again, different legs are trampling some roads.

All they say is heresy! He sees a trained look - heresy!
Choir of Voices inappropriate - heresy! Shut up! You bored me!
All they say is heresy! He sees a trained look - heresy!
Choir of Voices inappropriate - heresy! Shut up! You bored me!

So many different opinions, but most of them swam past.
I am kinder than panda and calmer coals under ketamine.
Life is pantomime, which is full of absurd, from the cradle to the commemoration.
It was also hesitated, a bitch, an endless pursuit of a dopamine.

I, like mines, for these bumps. In addition to the weather, longing we are volumes.
From thoughts, the head was smoked with a fireplace, and then they will not save: neither grass nor "horseman".
Yes, I did not stay anonymous for long, but I have nothing to do with it: neither hoof nor niabes.
My craft is the beads of words diligently string on a thread.

Every critic and almost an expert! And where you do not spit - there is an esthete everywhere.
But I will do the way I want, as old Alister taught.
What do I have cries of crowds, pharaohs, idols, chimeras, leaders and priests?
An absurd performance will interrupt the descending curtain woven from darkness.

Yes, perhaps this will not hear this often. Let it be cynical, but honest.
And somewhere, the overgrown area is waiting for the grass when you find your place.
Replenishing the ranks of the fertilizing land, the worms of the interpreted bodies,
I don’t know how you, but I would regret - that I did not do what I wanted.

All they say is heresy! He sees a trained look - heresy!
Choir of Voices inappropriate - heresy! Shut up! You bored me!
All they say is heresy! He sees a trained look - heresy!
Choir of Voices inappropriate - heresy! Shut up! You bored me!