Execute
It appears that we have reached the Edge, that zenith where stimuli and comatose collide.
Forty years ago, THE MAN proclaimed the Age of the Gross to be upon us, and even though THE
MAN was destroying our heritage and insulting our intelligence,
that era has become very real.
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure.
My generation will go down as the architects of contemporary disgust.
Some have fought and died.
Others have allowed the strong to be butchered for a price they themselves don't care about
and will never understand.
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish face of a kind of man that is NOT MANKIND.
Distrust in information.
Fundamentalism of opinion.
Catastrophic boredom, and a fanatical devotion to that which DOES NOT MATTER.
Where is your glory now, people?
Where are your gods and politicians?
Where is your shame and salvation?
You Rage For No Reason Because You Have No Reason.
WHAT HAVE YOU EVER FOUGHT FOR?
WHAT HAVE YOU EVER BLED FOR?
THE FACE OF THE EARTH IS SCARRED WITH THE WALKING DEAD.
THE AGE OF THE GROSS IS A LIVING VIRUS.
THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU HAVE CREATED.
THIS IS THE WORLD YOU HAVE SET ABLAZE.
ALL YOUR LIES ARE COMING TRUE.
ALL FREEDOM IS LOST.
ALL HOPE IS GONE.
Похожие новости.
Стежкою Любов
Не блукай, кохана, темними ночами. Папороть - чар - зілля не шукай, Бо кохання вірне ходить поміж нами, Тож моїх сватів ти зустрічай. Приспів: Стежкою Любові, мила, вирушаймо, Та свої серця навіки поєднаймо. Захищу тебе я від
Встречайте
Это лучшие традиции хип-хопа. Из Ростова. Лучшие традиции хип-хопа. Юго-Восточная Европа. Поднимите руки. Вы здесь, Мы здесь. Это значит, у нас что-то есть. Высшие темы, настоящий хип-хоп. Каста здесь. Это Каста. А теперь
Million Dollar View
I don't need to be sittin' on the roof Of a high-rise lookin' at the city below I don't need to be on the beach Watchin' that sun sink in the Gulf of
Every Moment
Time, oh time was all that we had And all I ever wanted So how did this friend to me become my enemy Haunting me with days that you're gone Oh where, oh where Could
Біла Вуаль
Знову осінь настала, Літа вже не вернеш, Я тебе так чекаю, Тільки ти не прийдеш. Знаю зустрічі наші Я не зможу забути. Літа більше не буде І тебе не вернути. Приспів: Я білу зніму вуаль, Обніму чарівні коси, Ти вже не
