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Not taking the world for granted I take everything in my iron hands The feeling of absolute freedom is false You have fat swollen bitches Match burning intolerance A low moan turns into pleasure When justice burns with fire Squaring the law you’ve violated I know every one of you by name I have calculated the weight of your bestiality We’ll find them all myself and chernoznamenny Smashing the streets of the human demon To the faces distorted by the mud of money I’ll hold up the torch of primal malice I’m your fucking doctor We will now be treated Don’t ever do that again to One, two, I’ll find you Three, four you’re in the grave Five, six we will burn Seven, eight for everything we ask When justice is drowning in its own lies Laws changing under the rustle of long bills Source Stones, sticks, and knives appear out of thin air In the hands of deceived fools and fools Justice rattles the glass of storefronts Pour the fear of light midnight lanterns And a lot of wild stuff Becomes like one The endless cry: “Burn it all to hell, burn it“ One, two I’ll find you Three, four you’re in the grave Five, six we will burn Seven, eight for everything we ask