Текст песни Next Round - Дешёвая Поза

Cheap pose your independence
Smells like fashion and void.
You do not remember what it was, forgetting about the truth,
Based on the existing system.

I spit in your soul! All that I can destroy!
I will tear the roots from the soil! I will burn all bridges!
Infinite time pull the truth out.
The days are numbered for a long time sworn enemies!

Muzzle at half-mast, barking bravely,
But afraid to bite the master's hand,
Like suicide, looking straight down the barrel,
Recalling selling bitch.

Space and time, catastrophe and collapse.
No need to guess on the tarot.
Never give up, the syndicate operates strictly.
We can not put the brand!
Upset the balance, no quarter will be.
Bridges have burned.
We like it is, we do not convert.
The days are numbered for a long time enemies!