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кровь из носа & Metox — Маяковский

трек не мой, лишь помогаю продвижению

мой инст - lkmsyy

инст автора песни - ioannavolchyok

Яна Волчёк - Баллада Дьявола

🌍 Intro – The Reality Check They told you it mattered, said it's the prize, Made you believe—but it’s all disguise. Lines were drawn, flags were waved, Yet beneath it all—it's dung they crave.

🔥 Verse 1 – The System Set the Game They made borders, built up sides, Fed you lies—had you collide. Made you fight over scraps in the sand, While they stack gold—clean hands, planned.

Politicians talk, cameras spin, History twists—where’d it begin? You shed blood, they raise their glass, Wars for nothing—yet they still last.

💥 Chorus – Wake Up From The Illusion Yo, why you fighting for dung? Why you battling for crumbs? They sell the dream, rig the game, Yet we still stand—won’t play lame.

🚀 Verse 2 – The Madness We’re Stuck In Street wars, bank wars, power wars, fake, Yet the real controllers—stay out the take. They watch, they laugh, they lay back fine, While the people bleed—blind to design.

Economy stretched, debt climbs high, Yet they print the money—still tell the lie. You work, they scheme, you fight, they feast, Yet you defend them—like loyal beasts.

🔹 Bridge – What They Don’t Want You to See Look beyond, see past the spin, Ain’t about land—it’s control within. Ain’t about pride—just puppets on strings, Keep you in chains—while they wear rings.

The currency’s fake, the system’s sold, Yet they make you fight—for things they control. But wisdom breathes, truth breaks through, And now we rise—flip the view.

💡 Verse 3 – The Moment to Stand Up Break the chains, drop the lies, Ain’t fighting for dung—we open eyes. Real wealth ain't gold, ain't fame, ain't flags, It’s knowing the trick—dodging their traps.

No more wars for leaders’ schemes, No more fighting in fake regimes. If we rise, if we see, if we flip, They lose the grip—reality rips.

🔥 Final Chorus – No More Playing Their Game Yo, why you fighting for dung? Why you battling for crumbs? They sell the dream, rig the game, Yet we still stand—won’t play lame.

🌠 Outro – The Final Awakening It was never about nations, never about land, It was illusion—crafted by hand. But now we see, now we know, And the world shakes—truth will flow.

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