Текст песни NIИ - Survivalism
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So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but
Our bloated belly's still not full
She gave us all she had but
We went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs
Our mother nature is a whore
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
Hypnotic sound of sirens
Echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
All bruised and broken, bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just keep on walking
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance
I'm sure you'll understand
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
Мы следовало бы ее послушать,
Так трудно сохранять контроль.
Мы продолжали есть,
Но наше брюшко еще недостаточно набито.
Она дала нам все, что имела,
Мы ушли и забрали нечто большее.
Кажется, невозможно задвинуть ей ноги,
Наша природа-матушка – шлю*а.
У меня своя пропаганда,
Я сторонник ревизионизма,
У меня свое насилие,
В своем формате сверхреализма.
Все это часть великой нации,
У меня свой кулак,
У меня свой план,
Я сторонник выживализма.
Гипнотические звуки сирены
Эхом отдаются по улице.
Звук взведения курков
И марширующих ног.
Ты видишь, твой мир охвачен пламенем.
Не пытайся вести себя так, как будто тебя это удивляет.
Мы всего лишь сделали то, что ты нам сказала:
Потеряли нашу веру и обнаружили, что находимся во власти твоей лжи.
У меня своя пропаганда,
Я сторонник ревизионизма,
У меня свое насилие,
В своем формате сверхреализма.
Все это часть великой нации,
У меня свой кулак,
У меня свой план,
Я сторонник выживализма.
Униженная и растоптанная, исходящая кровью,
Она попросила взять меня за руку.
Я повернулся, продолжая шагать.
Ты поступила бы так же,
Я уверен, ты понимаешь.
У меня своя пропаганда,
Я сторонник ревизионизма,
У меня свое насилие,
В своем формате сверхреализма.
Все это часть великой нации,
У меня свой кулак,
У меня свой план,
Я сторонник выживализма.
У меня твой пацифизм – я сторонник выживализма
I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but
Our bloated belly's still not full
She gave us
We went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs
Our mother nature is a whore
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
Part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
Hypnotic sound of sirens
Echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
Part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
All bruised and broken
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just keep on walking
But you'd do the same thing in the circumstance
I'm sure you understand
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence
In hi-def ultra-realism
Part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
We should listen to her
So hard to keep control.
We continued to eat,
But our abdomen is not sufficiently full.
She gave us everything she had,
We left and took something more.
It seems impossible to push her legs,
Our mother nature - send * a.
I have my own propaganda
I am a supporter of revisionism,
I have my own violence
In its format superrealism.
This is all part of a great nation,
I have my own fist
I have my own plan
I am a supporter of survivalism.
Hypnotic Siren Sounds
They echo down the street.
The sound of the cocking cock
And marching legs.
You see, your world is in flames.
Do not try to act as if it surprised you.
We just did what you told us:
Lost our faith and found that we are in the power of your lies.
I have my own propaganda
I am a supporter of revisionism,
I have my own violence
In its format superrealism.
This is all part of a great nation,
I have my own fist
I have my own plan
I am a supporter of survivalism.
Humiliated and trampled, bleeding
She asked to take my hand.
I turned, continuing to walk.
You would do the same
I'm sure you understand.
I have my own propaganda
I am a supporter of revisionism,
I have my own violence
In its format superrealism.
This is all part of a great nation,
I have my own fist
I have my own plan
I am a supporter of survivalism.
I have your pacifism - I am a supporter of survivalism
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