Текст песни 7 Раса - Враг культуры

Mom, where are your clear waters
And the sound of your lush green freedom
One you only remember yourself young
You have become decrepit and dirty old woman
We often love you vsparivat belly
And look at us now you Do you hear nothing but fear
You're so turned gray in our hands

I am an enemy of such a culture

We do come true horror story
But they are afraid to foresee the denouement
Go on, leave me ? I'm sick
Why ligation suppurating wounds
Extinct person stick to the screens
Questionable value of the spiritual world
We are a new dose of airtime !

So what is our culture
A century of business is simply unimaginable .
Our dogma and ideology worn out
Forcing us to close our eyes to our terrible destructiveness
And even plunder the resources that belong to our children and grandchildren .
Our fun we are not satisfied ;
Our religion - no more than a mania ;
Our political system - an imitation of what we intended them to .
But if you can change the world,
That is the question if you can change yourself and your mind ?

For money and power will always be war
Change even though the names of flags
What banks are dead changes
Lead us for a T. McKenna