Panacea Lyrics

Dim circles, dirt on the walls.
Scums everywhere – that's how you call
Who is not pleasing. Your hatred's mean
For who can disturb your quiet dream.

Little isles of determination.
Don't look at the horizon too much.
Roughnesses and logic violation –
There will be someone in charge.

Time for etch and intimidation
As we see how deepened the chasm.
Scums are sentenced to obliteration
For well-being phantasm

Shoot from the hip with no regret
This is the coliseum judgment
One's death gives you comfort –
Flag in the sky is turning red.

Cruelty is the cure for fear
There is no progress, just panacea.
Ignorance is not a problem – you need an idea.
Fantasy and confidence – panacea!

Allegory is the instrument of shit exaltation
Bathe yourself in menstrual blood for initiation
Fiery speeches, axe in arms,
Hate and darkness - in the heart!

Tame a hungry wolf for it couldn't scavenge you!
Monster in chains for those who don't obey.

Executioners blindfolded
Plod their way dragging axes along
Through the corridors so long
Of this lonely prison-home.

Instead of the daybreak what would they see?
Their eye-bandages stained with gore
Their only task – to destroy enemy,
But justice is not their concern.