- Жанр
- Грайндкор
- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- bronsun
- Альбом
- CYBERNETIC DEADER
- Текст
- So, what...is real...in your life???
Deader...
Climb'n'touching grey-cold walls,
Choose the path from ancient rolls:
"Open up to me this great, uncontrolled mind,
Your servant prey to make the body talk in the behind"
"A group of "robo-men-can't-walk"?
Their bodies can not talk!"
"Don't forget which blood are running cold in thier veins,
Controlling thousands of people in 27 reign"
"Keep your own position, don't make mistakes,
Don't do this stupid man or 'll shed bloody lakes!
21 or 27 - there is no difference,
I see...you're too stupid, so, do what tell your senses."
Now, you're becoming deader,
A slave of mistress Pain.
Well, all of my efforts
Are this time in vein.
And every time when someone
Wanna stop the ritual,
Make it also comin' in -
A last before his burial.
It pleased me...running away,
After a incomprehensible dismay,
Cheapskate...computerized...
...A cybernetic deader...
Now, you're becoming deader,
A slave of cyber mind,
Soon all become zombies
Because of fucking blind.
And every time when someone
Wanna stop this cyber'drom,
Poisoning all planet -
Noone 'll escape from "evo"-dom!