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CYCLIC MADNESS

Music & lyrics - Oleg Vysotsky

Will you be pumped cocaine?
Will you be pumped amphetamine?
Will you be pumped herion?
Will you be my machine?
Each of us lives in a cell
No one of us saw no good
Each of us boiling anger

You're my slave
You're my whip
You're my grave
Driving you
You'll keep my orders
I kill them all
Who made us this way

All like a big game
We manage the pieces on the board
We are their slaves
It's like a nightmare
We manage own pets
And us being manipulated policy
It's like a symbol of faith in the death

You're my slave
You're my whip
You're my grave
Driving you
You'll keep my orders
I kill them all
Who made us this way

That was my nightmare
this may not actually be
This is complete bullshit
But if you look from above
We like brainwashed insects
Creep out of their cells
As we already control

You're my slave
You're my whip
You're my grave
Driving you
You'll keep my orders
I kill them all
Who made us this way

2014

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