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- Над треком работали
- bronsun
- Альбом
- CYBERNETIC DEADER
- Текст
- Apprehensive scopes
Concentrate us-all,
Mutilate our thoughts.
...And our minds.
This glutton wants to eat,
Calling us deceive:
We have masked his face,
So, now, we're going to his trap!
No admissions to that breaches,
No escape...noone to control...this life!
Night for fears... Day for traps...
No way to be alive!
It's hard to beleive...
It's a mind's requisition,
Tell me what you fell,
Watching the television...
...Total...Asylum!
That productive despot
Are sick and paranoid,
Deterrenting our rules.
...And our rights.
That device of "new mind"
Is a one of methods of control,
It's slowly putting us
To the escalating hall.
It's hard to beleive...
It's a mind's requisition,
Tell me what you fell,
Watching the television...
...Total...Asylum!
Noone will hear you screams...
Nothing will beat inside...
Dead children of future.
Dead child of yours...