- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Engineer/El
- Альбом
- New World Non-Corporated
- Студия
- Slaughter Studio
- Текст
- Ranksman
So Philistine, whatever you wanna look forever and ever
You will remain what you are forever:
Ranksman
You’re ranksman
You’re gonna vote seeking a saving rope
Receiving just a new knot on your throat
You’re ranksman
Ranksman
Close your eyes, close your mind
Road to nowhere is so wide
Everyday, everywhere
Your Elder Brother is inside
Craving for an idol no matter of the sky or pigsty
Masturbate soul, castigate thought
You’re ranksmen
Ranksmen
And with single breath – hands from hearts to heaven!
The zealous hands will erect walls of new ghettos
Ranksmen
You’re ranksmen
Your nature is firm
Your conscience is pure
You’re nothing alone
You’re awful in crowd