Текст песни Истовый - Моральный суицид

Every day end is getting closer
Planck lowered a little lower
And getting closer to the moral suicide
More and more often these abnormal impulses
Cut off the mass, from this power
Why are you sitting here, you're not a master
What country to what kind of mats
Now it does not matter at all
Let's sit down, turn your old TV
And see the cinema, the series generally lovely
And then in bed, because tomorrow
Wait Saturday and do a fuck
To whom you need, as not yourself
Media and advertising please do not believe
Your mind pinched substance
That so painstakingly ripped into the brain