Текст песни ТО Военный Цирк - Лютая

TO Military Circus
Fierce (EP © 2011)

Music: Andrey Dyoga Dekhtyarev & Alyosha Leshch Letsius.
Text: Alyosha Leshch Letsius.

Alyosha Leshch Letsius - vocals, keys.
Andrey Dyoga Dekhtyarev - guitar, program.

Gusts of wind indifferently tear off hats from passers-by
And I am also indifferent in my impulses, but still
There are things in this life that catch
But they don't talk about them, they supposedly don't know them.
Afraid of the involuntary risk of reaching out to someone's conscience
They try to hide through the internet and news
What is already happening everyday
Madness turned into a hopeless present.
The war extends its tentacles further and further.
Old women ransack the dead in shootings in the streets.
The surviving victims of inhuman experiments.
The automatic machine is one of the most powerful arguments.
Tanks smeared with caterpillars rot along the streets.
The consumption of human remains is noticed.
Murder for a loaf has become commonplace.
Those who were hanged on poles seem to be something familiar.
In thrown leaflets and vile televised debates
The well-fed faces of two-faced candidates smile at me
On the right to eat pearls from a gilded trough
In an elite pigsty, closed from prying eyes.
While others collect the pieces from the shells
They, accompanied by punitive detachments,
Traded to death in the human organ market
Kidnapping those whose health has not yet been compromised
Deadly exhaust from secret chemical laboratories
Made from human fats and calories
Foreign exchange medicines and SPECIAL injections
For the treatment of a new, SPECIAL infection.
Brought to earth, through criminal negligence,
Astronauts from a classified orbital station
And taken away by rats across our planet ...
This is not in the news. They are silent on the Internet.