All of our gold youth is the lowest race and garbage Rest in lanes to intoxication Generation at last stage
Only zombies I see around My mind is full of anger We must worry about the present Our development is in danger
Don't say that all is fine I know where's the end of this line
Stinker's fashion. Only aggression Rage in their eyes. Don't you realize?
Time never goes back Progress is not correct Development is at a deadlock Die at last, creatures!
You wish to live adequately, but they praise Degradation You wish to hide from awful destruction of the nation I'm tired of waste and debris, I see it near day by day I wish to hide from madness of stupid beings on my way