Текст песни добряк - Эпоха копипаста

I don't overlap my mind with fancy bars
While you evaluate the essence of others by likes
While young kurvas show their limbs in the photo
To find yourself a bull
I'm in awe of your childish carelessness
And you blow smoke on the lens
Pretentious writhing their nasty fucks
Your thoughts are limited to quotes uploaded to gibberish publics
I would burn your faces for you with a hot soldering iron
Although I do not see an urgent need for this
When you yourself, with monkey joy, jump on the same rake
The Generation Living in the Copypast Era, Already Lost
Your gray matter has long been turned into porridge rotten from an ax
You even transform sobriety and sports into a circus ridicule
Or pose as addicts
If so, throw in the hashish and fucking die under the gloomy
You are not much different from the Neandertals who throw themselves at us at the Komsomol station
Continue to drown in blind ecstasy in your own feces