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What we feel (feat. Moscow Death Brigade) - Till the end

from Our 14 words by What We Feel

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What we feel (feat. Moscow Death Brigade)

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Everyday you're staring in the eyes of horror
The bridges are burnt, they won't believe the tears of innocence
You can't retreat and if you stumble, it's the end of you
Brittle ice of reality, there's only darkness and cold beneath
A puddle of blood, road to heaven has just become narrower
Nobody cares what's inside you, show what's on the surface
Tighten the belt, they are dragging you down to the depths
They will suck your blood dry and throw you away
It's a place where the "Russian march"
Became the synonym for a crowd of fascist idiots
The cops let the terrorists take your kids hostage
Pray furiously, but better just stay home
You went to get some groceries and got shot by a psycho with a badge
Living by the law is a fairytale, like a peaceful atom
Member of the DEA ODs on the confiscated drugs
And another kid is tortured in the boot camp
To help the ministry of defense keep up with the quote

Stay true to yourself and to what you do
In the world full of Chaos, stay put and be fearless
The only chance is to hold ones ground
What we feel makes the heartbeats accelerate
Stay true to yourself and to what you do
In the world full of Chaos, stay put and be fearless
The only chance is to hold ones ground
Moscow Death Brigade makes the heartbeats accelerate

Work for the big brother eagerly then pour down Vodka till you vomit
Sit on your ass, watch TV and stupid videos on YouTube, washing it down with beer
It's not you problem, what the mob wars and inter-ethnic fighting
Have done to your country
From the zinc-lined coffins of Afghanistan to Nord Ost and Beslan
First Chechen campaign followed by the second, it's not a surprise
But they can explain every failure right from the screen of your TV
Oh, and your murderers also say Hi to your mom
Prison Cells, and bloody pulp in your throat
Some struggle for power, others are fine as long as the cheap Vodka keeps coming
Everything has a market price: friends, family, principles and your country
Puppets are running amok, puppet master has a new plan
Critics, politicians and other disgusting mugs on the News Channel
Neo-Nazis and pedophiles, every specie is here
But it's not the Noah's Ark, it's Babylon, son

Rap superstars and corporate record labels, I spit on it
We take off DIY from a filthy basement and land in every Ghetto-blaster
We use guerrilla tactics to promote the scene
The cops gonna close down the gig, but they can't stop the movement
Two steps forward, one step back, mutual respect
This scene was built with blood and sweat
While you were complaining about being broke, we organized DIY tours
Got into brawls and riots, supporting our team, spent nights in police stations
Screw your tales about bitches, drugs, crews and other crap
Is that the Rap game?
Well, then we're not playing
This is not entertainment, go to the nightclub
I never did drugs, never pushed and will never do either
Raising the movement with our friends and comrades
Nazi whores moan about patriotism
While they are nothing but a shame for our people and country
Stand against political bullshit and racism of any color
The chaos is spreading, but we're ready, come get some

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from Our 14 words, released September 1, 2009

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