(Punk / Alternative / Antifa) The Followers - Air Degenerates - 2000, MP3, 128 kbps

Hello myself I don’t see you for a long time
Now you’re so careless and I’m so tired
I have the last power my power is last
I see and speak with you from the present to the past

You don’t know this fucking world
Nobody tell about it about it weren’t told
But my story will be fast
I see and speak with you from the present to the past

I hate most of people you’ll hate them too
Get ready to hate and it will not difficult to do
Remember the motto which I use every day
The hate for the life and the life in the hate

Look I write new songs at night
And you know about it
But when I awake I’m not tired
And I matter your name
A day becomes a pain becomes a pain
And I wait a night
Look you know that I wait the night
In order to write a new song

Ok I dream about you cry
For the happiness
And your tear hits on my face
It is so warm
I don’t know I don’t know what to say
You say me yes
I know it’s love and I think it’s like
Like the happiness but it’s wrong

Look at me you’ll see that
I’m not creep and I don’t have a fit
But he says the truth and I’m like he
Of course he’s crazy and he is like me

My word is only the fit of nerves
I don’t understand what I say
You’re bound to know your place
My word is only the fit of nerves

Take more guns begin to fight
And you’ll state to win
I can see the world really see right
But they say that I can not to see

It was the good time when the punk was a punk
He was not a skinhead he was dirty and bad
I don’t know what will be tomorrow
But this punk becomes a skin now

Do you hear me? Fuck you!
Do you hear me? Fuck the RNU!

Fuck your fucking order you’re just a skinass
I don’t understand you cause I hate the RNU
Right now I fuck your dreams
You’re nothing cause you’re a skin do you hear me?

I like it very much but I hate it
It makes me enjoy when I eat it
It very unpleasant when it crumbles
Hi sandwich inventor do you hear me?

Thanks, thanks
Thanks and let you be cursed

I hate my bass guitar and I hate drumsticks
I hate heavy effects and I hate fucking strings
I hate you my friends I hate you all
I’m somewhere and I move me along the wall
That’s only my hate

My hate rings by steel when I’m a tipsy boy
I get used to swell it makes me enjoy
And I hate you my friends I hate you all
I’m somewhere and I move me along the wall
That’s only my hate

We are in for a cold winter
They afraid and you afraid too
But I afraid cause you are heartless
And cause our life is the fucking madness

I’m sunk into my world I go
Out from my body
Keep your country like your soul
Keep your country dirty

Just because your soul is cesspit
No my word is not just a fit
You wanna make your country tidy
But you need to start from your soul

I try to stand up from my favorite shit
It’s happy to live
I’m drunk of the life you’re tired of the death
I can not believe
They ask me to fight they ask me to die
It’s easy to give
I try to stand up I try to fall down
It’s happy to live

What is wrong?
It’s happy to live!
What is wrong?
It’s easy!
What is wrong?
It’s happy to live!
But sometimes it wants to kill your self
To take me away from this happiness by killing

We are direct opposites
I feel your fear to lose a pool
I’m an anarchist
You are bastards booster
So you are a fool

I don’t give a damn for you
You wanna kill for the sake of them
They are bastards and you are too
Cause you are only a fucking slave

I wanna do and I do it
I wanna hate and I hate them all
Daddy bought me the gun

It’s my offhand omission it’s earnest violation
I was offend by the life I don’t know what does it mean
I’m better now I look for new amusement
But it all doesn’t matter just Whitman leaks from me

An innocent can grow into the shit

Cause I’m seek of everyday cause I’m tired of every day
Cause I die of everyday I look for something lair
I which I could hide far of in which I could hide deep
I need a lot of alcohol when Whitman leaks from me

You are soiled I’m soiled we are soiled but hi is raised
He made she made everybody made but we were lazy
Despise us now despise and hate be carried away be people now
Raise the fuckers now don’t wait we are down, down

We never see the sky we never see the light
But we are exist and we are alive because we’re soiled because we fight
And we are air degenerates cause we don’t fly overhead is ceiling
They were Christmas punks they were just free and we’re their spirits

But I don’t wanna be free and I don’t need be loved
Cause I don’t just live I fly, fly
And I’m happy I’m not tired I’m not stink I not hate
But what is it? This is the lie
Oh yeah I’m an air degenerate