This language breaks the sense of his body. He’s crying all his blood.
Crying all his blood. And again he wants to break all his knives.
This time, he will own the mean of production but this dirty fucking spy
always do it from behind. And again he wants to break all his knives.
With the cloak and dagger or this stupid dead ringer.
What can I do to fight against that?
Or the ambassador better than sniper rifle.
What can I do to fight against that?
Supreme Soviet or Vanguard Party he always stops him.
Crazy Ivan or Lenine A Hand. He don’t care… he really doesn’t care.
A communist mani-fisto on his face is his precious dream.
He is slowly reaching the limits of his patience. Of his mind balance.
And he won’t forget, and even won’t forgive. Always watching his back
while moving.
Cause this is not the end, not even the beginning. Just a continuous try for
Labour Party.
I’m watching you, I’m watching you. But I blink too. But I blink too.
Crimes and Punishments or Vanguard Party he always stops him.
Crazy Ivan or Lenine A Hand. He don’t care… he really doesn’t care.