Текст песни Forge of Customs - Social Package

Here it is, a social package
Your sidelong glance, my steel knuckles
My ax your head
Your word, my - two

They do not care who you are
In their eyes, only fear, in the words of flattery
They nalevat on what you live
When I born, and when you die

Your only point - unit
Their blind eye wash face
Nope differences: I, you, she, and he
These different life level the law

They do not care about all your thoughts
Running around in circles social rat
They do not know the meaning of the word "live"
But always find what you blame

Here it is, a social package
Your sidelong glance, my steel knuckles
My ax your head
Your word, my - two

All what you believe has died
The sky turned black, the river dried up
Everything that you expect will never come
If there is no purpose in life the rest does not count
They have long painted your life
The leash manners turns into a loop
Gray herd continues to mumble
I'm out of order - silent ostopizdelo

Here it is, a social package
Your sidelong glance, my steel knuckles
My ax your head
Your word, my - two