I look in your eyes on the moscow street
And feel like smelling your rotting meat
Indifferent people overstep your fate
Dust to dust,born to suffocate

Born to suffocate!!!

December cold wind buries your body
In god we [bad word] you hear me buddy?
Mother, mother save me from reality
Dying in silence, post soviet mentality

Post soviet mentality!!!

No chance... just dance in the grave
Born to be slaves and to enslave
Under your nails there’s a grave dirt
All your power is a stupid herd

We’re walking dead we’re all diseased
Jst watching the days of our last breath

Nothing!flesh in coffin
Nothing!flesh in coffin