Текст песни Olivia - Точка

Cut on hundreds of pieces
Crossing in brown ecstasy,
Pompous those assholes,
From the dirt of driving in the prince.

Whores selling souls
On the number of the chain method.
Ruins of destroyed temples
Candles are no longer warm.

Abortion - Panacea from nonsense,
As a means of prevention
From future vulgar stupidity
Brainless generation.

As a pity, you can not amputate
All clearly unnecessary heads.
And bullet night trace,
Bares in the Siagni of the Gonor.

Construct cosmetics with skin
Add to the shelf to fold.
Remember - no one will help
Save, but help to kill.

Press the red button
Enchanting point.
Humanity - fuck. In the firework!
Erase the latter line.

And after - a razor on the throat.
The sentence is the same.
The king is also naked,
But he is written off a little later.