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I’m bad kinda mongrel and yeah, I feel pain. Bad kinda mongrel. What else can I say? How to be good in a raw, full of dirt? Teach me, I don’t have money, I have nothing but my hurt. How can I become just a man on his land? Where I’ll live in bliss and will meet my end… I have nobody to blame and I won’t go away This Life is painful game – Tell me rules,yeah, I stay. I live in municipal territory Dis concrete cage can’t be my land. I’m drained to zero point By this DC spoonful of sand. I’m on a land o’radiation And have not much time to play your games But I’ve spent so many years In search for a being, who can explain: How can I become just a man on his land? Where I’ll live in bliss and will meet my end… I have nobody to blame and I won’t go away This Life is painful game – Tell me rules,yeah, I stay. It’s very hard to give up false prophets Believe me, I’m a man, who can say it. But their speeches may kill you earlier Than you’ll become even a shit. Remember: From early morning til late night, when you close eyes You have only yourself, your familia, And some place you may call your skies.
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When his eye will drop a shadow You bettah drop your gun When his eye will drop a shadow You bettah drop your gun Cause none of us may really want to Hear the last poor mans shot Nameless heroes of the past Cannot tell bout how it ends But I’ve heard that they surely know Yeah, they surely know. Great old borders a’set on fire Vision gets lower Speed gets higher Let’s praise the new generations fools When his voice will blow your «I» You bettah drop your gun When his voice will blow your «I» You bettah drop your gun In this world of refurbished plastic You’re forced to be falsely far-gone. Let yourself soul medication, Take a pause in the endless run. Let yourself run in the clean black night. Try just to get to the core of your unconscious frights. Fall from the peaks of the world in wet hugs of the sentenced dawn. Open all of the doors. Let yourself in the one blessed room. Forever. Let your heart be strong as a stone, let your “I” stay tuff as a bone. Let yourself. Let yourself leave others part, but always get yours. Living in the darkness, don’t forget the Words. Let yourself. With no order and no fear. Forever.
3.
Love Junkie 03:03
Imma out of coma, I've seen space tricks Got a fat dick of magic, get on it, chick That's the karma terrorist attack No way back (4x) Gimme moon Gimme speed, gimme gloom Life flows- blood from your nose Imma what you had a dream about And then you'll shout (4x) U don't know what I got Imma love junkie I'm a weirdest reptile My groove's spunky The last cop got shot at the candyland natures child gets high on mothers roots and ashes Preaches U gonna microwave my heart To make it hot make it hot (x2)
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Citizens in the claws of grey Grey morning, grey evening, grey day. Grey faces a’talking shit on TV. What is this? How can I believe in it? Nobody there, in whom we can trust. Tell me please, who made this choice for us? There’s silence outside – the storm’s boxed in cage. Just like our deepest fears and our blind rage. Ball o’lie and chain o’laws on you. Stone sharp teeth. Their wealth – their jaws. You know, who I’m bout. Just let me shout “it’s hell”. Feels like we’re hells madmen. Oh yeah Just like a mice in a labirynth – Have some sex and some weed or absynth. Leave everything outboard. Stay frustrated. Cost-efficient. Stay bored. Disorder rules primitive minds As chemicals controls the hives. No need to run, no need to crawl, We’re all about eternal fall. Ball o’lie and chain o’laws on you. Stone sharp teeth. Their wealth – their jaws. You know, who I’m bout. Just let me shout “it’s hell”. Feels like we’re hells madmen. Oh yeah
5.
On a railway station took a sit the lonely man He was waiting for nothing and so nothing came He was searching for nothing and so nothing he found While the world kept on running Kept on turning around Runaway sun neva stops trippin Blinded eyes see no I nor God Millions of breathes for billions of people. Just keep living it up. In the docks of W-City three young men watched the sun Hungry, drunk, and skinny, and they were on the run With big dreams and big souls they neva knew the rest Asking the sun to dry waters of past Runaway sun neva stops trippin Blinded eyes see no I nor God Millions of breathes for billions of people. Just keep living it up. On the bridge across the river little girl drawn in bad thoughts The gave a strongest shiver, asking the death of what it’s worth But the Death was forgiving and The river was kind So they helped that little girl to leave her worries behind.
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Gregory - Vox
Sam - Keys
Daniil - Bass
Nikolay - Sax
Makhail - Drums

Live Recorded on Oxygen Studio
Mix & Master by Allexander Guriev
Art by Bob Diddle

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released March 6, 2017

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"Dirty Soul band from Saint-Petersburg that kicks your ass and treats you right!" Boorime Radio

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