Until the world turns to elementos What to do when the facakes lash their faces When you're gonna find your friends and kids In circles And somebody will say bitch, please The world will never be as nice Die, Kill Die Kill Kill Die, Kill Die Kill Kill All except the world will never be as nice Die, Kill Die Kill Kill All except the world will never be as nice Die, Kill Die Kill Kill Die, Kill Die Kill Kill All yet to die it's a madhouse Cream on the 180 Die, Kill Die Kill Kill Die, Kill Die Kill Kill All yet to die it's a madhouse Die, Kill Die Kill Kill My heart is ice, my head is empty I've only touched it once, but it's clean I'm going for a walk to my favorite place The streets of loneliness There's a hole in me, but it's clean The planet is burning, it's all fucked up The moon is through, I can't go back Close your eyes, count to a hundred My body is dead, the essence of the world is a map I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy But it's all high, as if there were no cases I don't see people, only their bodies I hear a complete scream from someone else's mouth The planet is sick, the airport is shit Enough of me, okay There's a hole in me, but it's clean I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning I'm drunk, I'm drunk, I'm drunk I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy But it's all high, as if there were no cases Your god is deaf again But my league is a legend We're dancing to the music, the sun will rise And you're in the dead end Bitch, what will you do when Moscow falls from the faces? When you find your circle of friends, rat And from above someone will say, bitch, bitch The world will not be kinder to you Die, Kill Die Kill Kill Die, Kill Die Kill Kill The world will not be kinder to you Die, Kill Die Kill Kill The world will not be kinder to you Die, Kill Die Kill Kill I killed, I died In front of the burning halls I killed, I died With my own hands I killed, I died I walk in the corners first I killed, I died It's not a problem, the world has no answers To the lonely, understanding crowd Now I'm tuning in this boat Kilo, I, and micro Re-tuned the settings that pulled to the bottom You're like kittens from the uterus I'll be a bucket for them Like in a store, pogrom They have cameras everywhere In the evening, at the table The unbridled spirit of solitude This column is pouring My throat is burning I canceled my syndrome Just give me a couple more days, bitch What will you do when Moscow falls from the faces? When you find your circle of friends, rat And from above someone will say, bitch, bitch The world will not be kinder to you Die, kill ,die, kill Die, kill ,die, kill Die, kill ,die, kill The world will not be kinder to you Die, kill ,die, kill Die, kill ,die, kill Die, kill ,die, get killed The world will not be kinder to you Die, kill ,die, kill