Текст песни CL-20 - Мой путь

We are infected with a negative,
We forbid to be ourselves,
We are taught in a herd to be a sheep lousy.
Not on Tompal - I myself king!

We are washed with the brain, we are washed with the souls,
Merging in sacrificial ecstasy.
We are poured right in the ears
Special variety of selected mud.

We are vaccinged with pseudoitylectric
The gossip thread of useless truths.
With whom to live and sleep, with whom to die,
Who gives his words and thoughts.

We are not allowed to breathe, we are closed in a cage,
And leave in complete darkness,
Print deception on the faces of nasty!
We stay to survive at the bottom.

Stop and look around, -
Your whole life is the creation of your hands!

Open your eyes, your eyes open!
After all, in the book of your life you are the only hero!
Write your destiny and do not look back.
Go your own way, even if he is your way to hell!