Текст песни Лжедмитрий IV - Твое последнее слово

(I)
You will perish before our eyes. She doesn't need a braid
To punish with sudden death for life.
She is hungry, eats pictures, which she embroiders with a cross on the smooth surface of the roadbed.
And when you let go of your child's hand, with your gaze to the gate,
Manage to stop and bite into his heart stronger with words of love, until the water flows away ...
It's scary to see the world
Through the glass of irreversibility, when he feeds on our children from the assembly line.
Some are pushed from the windows, others are locked between the tentacles of fire that dance in a smoky cinema in the dark.
Their cries rush to their mothers through the sheathing in flocks of farewell SMS from the soot of the trap.
Do not be silent. Moloch will be fed up with minutes of silence. Soon your child will also be under it.
A downpour over a fresh cemetery is the sobbing of a blind angel, he says "this is not right!"
With trembling hands, leading over the hills of graves, he explores our world like the pages of a Braille book.
- It is not right! Who wrote this?
And if the author does not agree, send me the transcript! Such texts are not written at once, the pages should not be filled up, and the print should not be so small.
When the country becomes one big memorial, I will climb a mountain of toys, photo frames and flowers.
And I will give something to God in a handful, although I have no right, and, most likely, I will burn out, because I am certainly not a saint.
When the ship is scattered to dust and you, going to the bottom, breathe water, the storm no longer seems like a threat.
And according to this, I will jump down, leaving our pain on His palm, which is sealed in the question "for what?"

// My last word is "Sorry"
What evil has taken you away, my son?
Who closed with his hand
Are your eyes forever? //

(Ii)
“The phoenix is ​​burning out under the window. Soon it will beckon to the sky with a wing. You laugh when you're glad. You burn when hell.
Yes, you will rise by faith, you will not get tired of glory. You will burn to ashes, but you will rise. "
But what does Kemerovo have to do with it, Tanya?
After a terrible disaster, you post the song "Phoenix" and cover from Kemerovo.
They say "condolences to the families of the victims, I cry, I pray with everyone for you."
But the track is a representative one, your mourning is not revealed there in any way, but it smells disgustingly with hype.
This means that you do not look at Winter Cherry as a person, but as a worm - a parasite.
But I understand you. You are old. You were at your peak, but now you moved to another chair.
You are an ideologically rotten vegetable, climbing into every barrel, but nowhere according to GOST.
Peter Parker was bitten by a spider, the guy took from him the strength and agility at once.
You still will not dump on pension - apparently, you were bitten by Nazarbayev.
You brought down small MCs one by one. But it is not given to bring you down.
After all, you lost your senses, and one of them flunked you - this is the domino effect.
Then Karabin failed to prove that he is hetero, and the NKVD bent you. (Group)
And here you came in the hope of snatching at least something, but you will disappear like a trace on the water.
“The wind is easy”, “Sasha Jay - Sasha Gray”, “Jumba is white as chalk”.
I am afraid to think what sharp arrows this psycho will send from words to me ...
But still, you are sensual. I will give you some advice, this diss is a series of blows with sticks and caresses.
Your final track, like any other, will fit the theme of the Volokolamsk landfill