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Берцы бери, доставай шинель
Членский билет в масонское ложе
Просрочен, но есть место в картель
Падаю вниз, ставлю жизнь на реверс
Мой декаданс — моя прихоть
В то что я вижу, не хочется верить
Твой город Питер, мой город Припять
Интересно, есть тут тру думеры, слушающие новосибирский пост-панк? Хотелось б поучиться)
A stream of tail lights
Everybody advancing together
Do so willingly sacrifice rights
When people accept the're cogs in the system
Can our free world conform
Individual pieces of dust swirl together
Become a full storm
Looking down on the burgeoning city
Skyscrapers rise
Even men with the greatest intentions
Start believing their own lies
We can borrow from the future
But eventually someone's got to pay
The only way out of the cycle
Is to strike out and pave your own way
...
We all fight our own fight
Will you fuel the desire to win
Always struggling with the truth
Of the life that might have been
But no matter how jagged your path is
You'll always come back to the road
When the dust of battle settles
The war still rages within "
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