Lyrics

Stick into the gear of machines of systems Of ancient factories of ill products Of internal changes rotten products Steel into the chest of historic slayers For the makers of graveyards spat with black blood For old times of honour mentally ill Courts and penalties for the nuts of "wisdom" For the authors of false national anthems Of history stinking with hypocrisy Public confession for executioners of our families For the cowardly masks of self-appointed judges Fattened with the leader's whips' blood Psychologically deep slogans of the authorities Clothed in people's plain words Promises of better future And democratically fair divisions