Текст песни Мартин Иден - это конец

live on the battlefield, my head is my bunker,
while you cover your eyes, ears and lips with your hands,
my surplus information from the outside ruins us
lost count, counting the next day
I've been hacked like that for a long time, forget about order in this world of destruction
harmony has died, there is no more connection with nature
the catacomb gave birth to geeks in gray shoulder straps,
and then these gondons still assert themselves at the expense of the law
hold on
wear is life, life is wear,
and then that same life will stick its nose into its own shit and I'm against
so that a person becomes a scarecrow stuffed from head to toe with false illusions
and why is everything so empty
and let the system trample us morally as in correctional colony No. 10
we will fight and resist to the last,
but it is not necessary to be branded "first line"
or for example, so that someone extra knows about it
also, you don't have to be a nerd or addict to drown yourself in abstraction
it's time to wake up - said the Dalai Lama,
but it looks like he left the coordinates of salvation only in the astral plane
we are awesome on avatars and symbols in statuses, but in life they are still whores
or simply consumers of the reproductive space