Текст песни Пока не сдохЪ - Масса зверей

Working in a slaughterhouse cattle obedient -
Honorable!
Cutting their own and others bayonets -
In-goal!
Captive dancing in the loop - tight
Rope!
World of lawlessness, the world of genocide,
World debt.

The battle unfolded for your heart
For the victims of hunger, bloody gods
No winners all lost
Kings nazhivutsya on you, as always.

Millennium fear
bloodshed
Graves billions authorities
Indifference
Hungry stomachs of people singing
habitually
Everyone does not despise such as You are a
Custom!

The battle unfolded for your minds
For the amount in which the continuous zeros
Are the stakes after rigorous units
Kings plotting redistributions borders.

You only toys in the hands dirty
The brain in gray clay pieces
Malleable for sculpting military ideas
The kings of the mass is converted into animals.

Weight animals green, hardens
Massa believes to train animals
The weight of animals - it's just a mass of
The weight of animals allowed on the meat.

Working in a slaughterhouse cattle obedient -
Honorable!