We're living. Every day - brand new face. We're the same, don't think to displace. You'll ask: "Why all such bad?" "Look in the mirror" - bad world said. We were late, that something to begin. We too bad to ask something from the genie. I know, what's going on. I tell you about it. Shut your fucking mouths and listen.
We're going down! We're going down now!
Cut the bullshit and stop to bitch around. Who gives a fuck, that you're very cool for yourself. All seems simply, but it not so. All worse than ever. Dudes, it's a hell. You'll ask what to do, but I don't know the answer. All of us will die. Sometime. Somewhere. The doomsday will not come. It has already come. And all it because...