Hard to Be a God

Carnivore sister and cannibal brother Carnival freak on behalf of the mother Got no idea which con was the father Eating the kids if it's too much to bother What's for lunch today? Putrefaction and decay I am not okay, I was born this way Do you want to play? Anything if you can pay I was born a prey it's too late to pray Broken people twisted bones Calling names and throwing stones Every street is filled with moans There's no king there are no thrones Gallows serving as street lights Fed will be the one who fights Those that shine too much too bright Will be slaughtered in the night The whole town is full of filth Stupefying stench of piss Vermin rule in bubbling bliss In this fathomless abyss Vomit served in silver cups To the lords stewing in dirty tubs Nursing all their bleeding stumps Pinchin' the skin 'til the wound erupts Ты уже харкаешь кровью You'll be dead before you know it Insides set ablaze in the coldest of flames The infection spreads like fire There's no chance of getting away Why do the better people Die never been an equal Fight when the world is so flawed it's so Hard to be a god Why are the wretched still Alive in the gutters angels Writhe when the soul is so cold it's so Hard to be a god There is no cure for this sickness This disease got no symptoms Only brain slowly resets To its primitive instincts The escape is in your knowledge but you've chosen to ignore this You've forgotten how to reason, only picking simple choices And Your ignorance is an impervious bliss You could have been taught but you're taking the piss It's a brain self destruction epidemic for the masses All the books that you have burned would have given you the answers You are fearing the unknown cuz of the knowledge you are missing Hating every deviation cuz you simply cannot seize it Praying to your god ur praying for forgiveness Blind to your stupor blind to your sickness Basic common sense is what you're arguing against Your kin is doomed to drown in its own pathetic waste Why do the better people Die never been an equal Fight when the world is so flawed it's so Hard to be a god Why are the wretched still Alive in the gutters angels Writhe when the soul is so cold it's so Hard to be a god