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- Гармония смерти
I want to keep my money
And give away absolutely nothing
To the government who moderates my spending
and obliterates depending on what time of the year
brutality is near
in the form of income tax
I’d rather take a fucking axe to my face,
blow up this place with you all in it,
- Кровавая линия
I track my history
Bloody burned family tree
Native blood runs in me
Murderous tendencies
Keep bloodlust away
Keep violence at bay
Can't deny genetics