Текст песни KVANTHOOD - Связанные Кровью

I fuck all your principles, in principle as a murderer
Axt tupiytsa, here are the spokes, not sleep until it is not drunk - tie the threads of life
I take away from you. Your father then I, you're like a son
But like a freak in the family has it. And the world hold on
Fuck! I will never return to the life
Survive tried, I squeezed the juice out of them
It was not necessary when there is no knees - until fall
In fact you do not have a single gram of truth, and to whom all this is necessary !?
Pussy fat Punchy? - Lepasaktsiya,
It's time to make this style of its sanctions.
Your govnorep can shovel shovel,
You will not be surprised, but I won this round.
My metal style, your style of feces,
You mother was looking for, but you're already gone.
You know who this Battle fells
Welcome to the sufferings mode.