Biostatica - 02-Middle Finger Concept (DEATH BURLESQUE) | Текст песни

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• 02-Middle Finger Concept (DEATH BURLESQUE)

Raise your fucking fists up!

What are you looking for here now?
What are you doing here now?
May be you live another life
May be you take another viewpoint
Dreadful hours of your birth
In the world there's no use to be
Place where the eyes like cameras
Watching every your act, step and thought

Raise your fucking fists up!
I'm bringing you the middle finger concept
Let the masses know one truth
You are free to show my concept, will bear!

Raise your fucking fists up!

What are you burning for now?
What are you hearing for now?
Crisis, sickness and total hysteria
Shattered dreams never be glued
Calling your name is your Master (wanna it?)
Hey, all loathsome over you
Masons, Jesus, Eye Of Providence
And whom you trust your short life?

Death is only trademark
Love for sale,
Just keep your secrets

Raise your fucking fists up!
I'm bringing you the middle finger concept
Let the masses know one truth
You are free to show my concept, will bear!

Down the dirt
From the mouths of liars
Down the flood
Stay clean, it's not easy
You know
Be careful, hell awakes
Goddamn
Grand Funèbre, it begins

Don't give them fuck yourself, keep mind clean

Raise your fucking fists up!
I'm bringing you the middle finger concept
Let the masses know one truth
You are free to show my concept, will bear!

You have no gods, you have no masters

Raise your fists up!

One, two, three, four
FUCK OFF!

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