The Palindrome Sequence - Gallilei Syndrome | Текст песни

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This is not the worst nightmare nor an unfulfilled fairytale.
Why do they write the history, those, whom the time swallows soon?
Everybody chases that chariot, rides faster and leads us to the grave.
Too many beneficaries take credit for your work, so you never reap what you sow, cause they tear the soil.
The perfect creations of god are their own parasites.
It would be better for our kind to eat each other than itself.
Because we just tread on ourselves.
This is still not a nightmare, but i wish it would be like this wakefulness.
Let’s get the waltz started on our chaotic, discordant, earsplitting, false noted, motherfucking, swan song.
The world is on a string, even the overlords fell on their knees.
Those who bends their heads for it, their windowless house will bend on them.
The world is on a string, even the overlords fell on their knees.
Instead of making the best of the last hours, they fall asleep on their death bed.

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