ЦИНК УРОДОВ-АРЕСТАНТ БРИТАНИИ

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ЦИНК УРОДОВ - ЗМЕИНЫЙ ЯД

ТЯЖЁЛАЯ АТЛЕТИКА & Цинк Уродов — DISTORTION

2pac interlude

Remix - Tupac

Raskolnikov - Iskushenie (Temptation)
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[and the lord went out to the desert 
to bring forth the great deed
under unity of prayer and deliverance 
for which he came to this earth --
the salvation of humankind
from the power of sin and death.]
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Temptation of Jesus Christ in the desert
Listen, cocksucker, cool off a bit
Leave all those sins behind.

What if I skin you alive?
They say to the priest "oh god"

Pink rain drizzled, red snow fell
Angels on wings dragging along heavy shit
Hey, still spreading ashes on that old graveyard?

Bits of cloth and the beat of a dirge
"How can I gain strength?"
Pray over noodles, put icons around your house.
You pieces of shit smell of rot.

Riding on wings of love, foaming at the mouth
Where have you been? Surely everyone was looking
I put my dick through your jaw, three-hundred situps
Ironed my tie like an old komsomolist

Alright so now the antichrist is here 
Father it is i
So get on your knees, everyone
Quickly, bitches. 
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The finder shall surely find
Your life under calculation, a pistol under the covers
Resin drips on snow-covered lungs

How they scream
Holy Father, save us..!

The finder shall surely find.
Deliverance at my feet, haruspex
The heart grew cold, yet still this fucking blood leak

A faint moaning from inside the church
Death left us so broken
we abandon our graves like vessels

Shots fired from all sides
Crowns flying off heads

Bullets dig into columns
I say to her "hello, we come in legions"
Blooming flowers under concrete slabs

A familiar ringing, demons devour the living
A postman in the dirt, red-hot skewer
This basement smells of burning!

It's the last fucking flight, hello!
Hello hello
I'm your controller, I own you

She quietly collapses, I breathe in her ear so gently

Come and sit with me a while
I'm just a little insane 
For a while it seemed like it left me, but no
Things will never be the same

In haste I conceal my share
Vermin hiss from lampposts
Had enough yet?
Body hanging from the cross

A downward tearing, going 
I can sense you.
We can't turn back now,
The compass shows our eternal fate, my son.

Your prophet crucified!
You couldn't but he could!
Smoke envelopes the pines
Unrecognizable
We await the beginning of spring

Eyes blinded by moonlight
But I saw their dreams!
Shadows of blood
Seep through the wall
In the mirror 
Behold their covered faces
Their covered faces!
Hahaha!

The finder shall surely find.
Holy Father, save us!

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