Текст песни Мёртвый Груз - Внутри гниения гиены

DEAD WEIGHT - INSIDE ROTTING HYENA [SINGLE 2016]
Lyrics, music, mixing, mastering, cover - Dead Cargo
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Dead weight - hopelessness forever, we send greetings to the fucking earthly enclosure - "You saw Vasya's treasures in her", look how she slowly extinguishes along the highway. There is no power, the runway is no longer take-off. The country has become so pure for shells. I used to fly like Nico Rosberg, now, wrapped in a white sheet, I lie and shout - "Sachchidananda". Loose hair, a beard smeared in porridge, cut hands, swollen legs, crazy people grayish like stones in the depths, cracks in their hearts, poisonous snakes lurked there, tyrants steal a pitiful spectacle - "They are setting stoves on fucks" - I drink with a guru in Tiruvannamalaya Amrita. Is it true that the world is so damn wonderful, tell me Ramana, or whether this body let it rot, because the body is not mine, the body of a fucking creator, let the creator live here, and under his own sweat comprehend samadhi, I am beyond the aisles of nirvana, beyond the aisles of your worlds transiently insipid, humans are already corpses, robber rabble under a dead dome create a milky way for goats, for herd morons, sheep and wolves, crowned by cattle in cassocks for local dishonesty, which has been vomited from the dead abyss. I give you love cheloblok bitch, chelomudozvod bitch, chelotozhop, hyena, worm, microbe and fuck the gods.

Blaspheme your bestowed feelings - if you fell out of dick's dick kinder.
Fuck me your fortune tellers and human larvae - if you don't know yourself kinder.
Fuck me your story of a man - if you fucking send spades to each other's ribs.
Impudent, narcissistic nerds, sick psychos stoned by life.
Blaspheme your bestowed feelings - if you fell out of dick's dick kinder.
Fuck me your fortune tellers and human larvae - if you don't know yourself kinder.
Fuck me your story of a man - if you fucking send spades to each other's ribs.
Impudent, narcissistic nerds, sick psychos stoned by life.

Here fucking romances brew a potion, spoil shit and mold glue out of it. They themselves do not fucking stand, the pitiful disgrace of Adam's piece is looking with their ass at this world. Look wider bitch, look deeper bitch in giblets, behind the heat they climb on a sucker, exterminate either ganders, or Prussians, or fucking patriots in order to get out through sadhana on the weights. In your pussy your poles, in your pussy as well the masses for food thrown to demons - "shoot yourself", the priests are heavenly garbage flooding you with colossal delirium. What is sacred for me is passed off as false flights, all communication under a machine gun, getting rid of evil is poured onto the donkey, dressing honest masks on the faces of assholes - "we look at both". Here is Naevichus Miches - we smoke at the bottom, the wind and underground sutras are smiling at us. A terrible horse has long been on the run, where the churchmen practice kama on corpses for them. Half bloomed on the graves of the urban, half rotted in the open spaces of the garden, everywhere the army sucks dick as always, from those times it fights for the interests of Down.

Blaspheme your bestowed feelings - if you fell out of dick's dick kinder.
Fuck me your fortune tellers and human larvae - if you don't know yourself kinder.
Fuck me your story of a man - if you fucking send spades to each other's ribs.
Arrogant, narcissistic nerds, sick psychos stoned by life.
Blaspheme your bestowed feelings - if you fell out of dick's dick kinder.
Fuck me your fortune tellers and human larvae - if you don't know yourself kinder.
Fuck me your story of a man - if you fucking send spades to each other's ribs.
Impudent, narcissistic nerds, sick psychos stoned by life.