Текст песни JahMan'sLove - Про Социум

Black clouds, gray masses
People from screens make grimaces
Brains in the pavement, hands in the mud
You can't shake it - shake it, don't shake it
Rubber, tires, exhaust gases
Faceless people in sealed basins
And the uncle who stands on the road with a stick
He was told in a stern voice
"We'll cut the salary - take it on your paw.
And the people? What people? You can crush them! "
Such alignments, brother, in our country
Here every day you are like at war

Black clouds, gray masses
Soldier paints - war colors
Trenches, trenches of construction companies
The drunken power is not on its feet
Citizens are brainwashed by media
Vodka for dinner - sleep well
Shoot two hundred rubles from a neighbor
Today my life path is over!