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Куда мир катится.
 
Куда мир катится.

Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Blood rack
Barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.



The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath as silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I walk a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate, the seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend when no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see is in the hands of fools


Confusion will be my epitaph
As I walk a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
 
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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Blood rack
Barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.



The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath as silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I walk a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate, the seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend when no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see is in the hands of fools


Confusion will be my epitaph
As I walk a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
И таки, шо вы таки хотели этим сказать? Весь мир - в труху?.. :nose:
 
Такими темпами он сам в труху перетрется, и помогать не нужно
 
Придётся Михаилу тут ответить, так как поражён в правах :hat:, ...впрочем, по сроку давности и учитывая "характеристики" пора бы и амнистировать...
Кто там, как и почему? В настоящем, прошлом и будущем 8 - Страница 234 Михаил, мои работники по подобному делу тоже возмущались, но после объяснения что теперь на бумаге можно только один документ оформить, а именно заявление на увольнение, то все успокоились, зарегистрировали себе электронные подписи и т.д.
 
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