Dead people walking
Along the streets
capture of the country is complites
What you'll do when they come
People on streets
looking so glum
You allways sad
You life is shit
What you'll do when they come to you home
You can run
You can be meat
But you mast burn as a brome
Funny days i see
There's no hope
To wash this knee-deep shit
I need the soap
They don't love each-other
They don't care
And this fucking workd
Will ever fly to air
You allways sad
You life is shit
What you'll do when they come to you home
You can run
You can be meat
But you mast burn as a brome
P.S.Может кто редактировать сможет?)
What will you do?
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