When the hexagon start to tremble
The dirty whores start the struggle
Fearing the sovietic threat
They forgive their own pain
Don't you see what i am saying?
Your declining spirit is starving
Well mine too but...
I can't expect leaving it
So deep and confused i swear you
This is the hole of dirt
Seeing it is starting to sink
The old world is an antic shit
But can't expect to get blind
Downer, Downer
Dirty black shit
Holy creeps
Rotten fields
I sink in it
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