Текст песни T1One - Perfect Music 4. - 02. К Чёрту

Nobody knows how to properly live on this earth
It remains for me to fight while standing at the bottom, E
In this junkyard, people like in war, maine
Malice swallows everything like a flood
I've seen a sea of ​​salt for centuries
I see many scars on my veins
We leave a mark on history for centuries
I see the waste float down the rivers
Volga, sees everything but they do not care
Everyone sees, but they don't understand
I'm not here to entertain you
And to open your eyes and tell the truth
To be honest, I'll start with myself
Politics is your rotten nature
Can't hear anything from your barking
But people give nothing in return

Fuck money, fuck fame
To hell with goldsmith, to hell with stones
Fuck the scars, fuck the grass
Fuck treasures, fuck drama
The earth is in people's hands
But they only have money in their minds
And we choke ...
Like birds in cages ...

Breathe deeply until you're on a needle
Drugs are pushed around every corner
Control over the turnover is zero
When was the last time you said "I love you" from your heart?
I often see tears in my eyes
Desire will bring everything back
No prizes or awards needed
Just to see that everyone is on their feet
People are looking for love on computers
The only life lost in the networks
People forget and don't know themselves
We have been living in Internet cities for a long time
You are in control: your thoughts and actions
Fake freedom, fake songs
And old people are paid scanty pensions
While the government walks, it rages with fat

Fuck money, fuck fame
To hell with golds, to hell with stones
Fuck the scars, fuck the grass
Fuck treasures, fuck drama
The earth is in people's hands
But they only have money in their minds
And we choke ...
Like birds in cages ...