[Intro: Dark aggressive violin loop] [Heavy distorted 808 bass slide] [Drop: Hard-hitting drums] [Sound effect: Dead studio silence. Suddenly, a dark, aggressive, fast cinematic violin loop cuts in, playing an entirely new melancholic pattern. Instantly, a colossal heavy distorted 808 bass slide drops hard with an intense physical 60-100Hz chest thump, exploding into hard-hitting drums built for a heavy western rap intro] [Sharp natural breath] [Violin loop fade] [Heavy 60-100Hz chest-thump bass drop] [Verse 1] War is not fashionable, war is just profitable for their trade, But for whom and for whose hydrogen bombs is this clinic made? The flow will warp you while the rum is chopping through the shade, No, no, I won’t cross the Rubicon, no, my plans won't fade. And patriots talk so easily about the war from the zone, Only you sat out in the West in your cozy domestic home, While I was right here, at the peak of Everest or Kathmandu dome, I’ll change my passports and won't vanish behind the foam. Okay, forget you, friend, okay, forget you, brother, How about you take the armored carrier, and I take the hearse for another? Okay, forget you, friend, okay, forget you, brother, How about you return as a casualty, and I return to the barracks' cover. [Chorus] [Unorthodox Style Shift: The track drops into a violent, face-melting western drill beat with extreme sliding 808 sub-bass driven by an aggressive 60-100Hz sub-thump loop. Underneath the heavy rap flow, an avant-garde acoustic layer takes over: a rapid, rhythmic pattern of heavy tactical gear and helmets shattering fiercely, layered with a dull, heavy mechanical anti-aircraft gun bolt snapping back, creating an intense combat tension never used in commercial drill] Run, run from the vicious cycle when the people changed their leisure, And if there is a servant of the people here, Let’s send these servants straight to the front line's pressure. Run, run from the vicious cycle when the people changed their leisure, And if there is a servant of the people here, Let’s send these servants straight to the front line's pressure. [Verse 2] Not an agent of the state, this is a mess, my friends, inside the town, If they don’t steal it, they’ll outsmart you, try to strip your crown, They'll transfer it, re-steal it, sending whole empires to go down, They’ll sink another one down, but the architects won't hear the sound. Those who are in MP3 or on the beat like the few, Those who always listen only to techno view, There is no trust in the media, they all sell lies to you. Shook off the hands and into the fight, time to go home, dry, And who would bring joy on the front line under the heavy sky? An explosion, a noise — that ain’t no trouble at all, hold on, A bayonet, a tourniquet, and through the wires we are gone. The circus is burning down, like a legendary broadcaster in the hall, Transmitting to them across the cities, all the way to the enemy wall. [Chorus] [Unorthodox Style Shift: The studio master drives the extreme 60-100Hz chest-thump bass slides to absolute speaker-shattering limits. The conceptual tactical gear shattering and heavy anti-aircraft gun bolts explode directly beneath the clean, aggressive western drill delivery, maximizing the physical punch of the low end] Run, run from the vicious cycle when the people changed their leisure, And if there is a servant of the people here, Let’s send these servants straight to the front line's pressure. Run, run from the vicious cycle when the people changed their leisure, And if there is a servant of the people here, Let’s send these servants straight to the front line's pressure. [Outro] [The heavy drill drums and 60-100Hz bass cut out instantly into a dead dry studio room. Only the sound of heavy wind howling over empty concrete barracks remains] Run, run from the vicious cycle... Let's send them all... [Clean deep male whisper: From China to Ukraine with love. Battalion dismissed.] [Heavy iron door slams shut] [End]
