Текст песни Р.А.ПреСС х Motiv Prod. - Восстание Из Мёртвых

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What happened? (What?) The revolt of the dead.
Savage show (shows) from hospital morgues ...
Taken in your mind vector ...
Straight from the bowels of the underground ...

The first verse:
Straight from the most vile collectors
With colleagues, that kind Hannibal lecturers,
Fissile your minds on the molecules
Shooting rhyme knees, making cripples.

(Bitch) with every album ever deeper into the earth
After all, your parched soil does not give rise stem.
Roots sealed, accustomed to the absence of light
In this crypt, where any rat king is overthrown.

To the delight of stinks hanged or quartered.
I prepared for the mission to hit all the word condom.
Hear how the next ridge is broken,
While they paint a "brave new world" soma.

Bass Voice Masson, and other lodges.
I fed up with lies, already cracked skin on the head
From the fact that they bake my brains in batter,
Yes here for the sun and not the sun, but some solarium.
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The second verse:
Hey yo, black, shake your Kachan.
There is still what, until will be taken to the doctor.
Drill it until you run wild.
While the fear of the night does not flow MON h h

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch stale bread as a week,
But those who have at least something is in your junk.
Not one salary lowered to the hops.
According rifmogonke veteran, but not yet senile.

I was buried alive, I rose from the dead,
Qty heart vsazhivaya, biting into their aorta.
Let these chords for someone to become a nightmare,
The life-giving red paint will run through the capillaries.

In the margins of the star for a long time and all stuhli stinks
I'll stay where there is no your marvelous sculptures.
In a pit with no doors and no windows,
Where am I drunk I write the Necronomicon.

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