Текст песни Young devil - Моральный урод

Express to the coffin
Guy, I have so fuck who are you
Pussel for culture purely for the sake of jokes
But the culture fucked your skinny ass

Where did I come from where did I come alone
Deomorphine hand - the country is to blame for everything

But only you yourself are to blame for everything
Because too weak
To admit your mistakes
And do not repeat them. Darkness

Before my eyes
Do not look at me, every day as an exam
Write top poems, but live at the station
I fucked this world like a fucking terrarium

And I'm trying to be uneasy among the shadows at least a ray of light
What would I find out where to go, but I do not find an answer
All that remains is pain and bitch time
What is spent in vain, I am ashamed of the generation

Come on, let me fuck you
Moral freak, behind a glass of glass
There is no saint here, but my squad is a temple
We are corpses but we walk on the heads

I shoot papapapes from ultrasound
You are drinking a gengst in a club
The freshest on fucked party
From a bloody block but not in the know for hunger

How it is? All in place
In the hands of a fresh blat, fly to the astral
There is no saint here, but my squad is a temple
We are corpses but we walk on the heads