ДЕМОН-ТЯЖ 2
«Демон-тяж» — это не просто каламбур, а философский код: Демон — как дух хаоса, взламывающий систему. Тяж — и тяжесть (груз правды), и тяжба (суд истории). Для своих: «Демонтаж» как манифест. Для чужих: «Демон-тяж» — будто судебный иск из самого Ада. The West is cracking like an old log, Exhausted, without strength, without new lines. JPMorgan is a confession of the elites, Their PowerPoint is dead, the neon is not burning. Ukraine is a shell, not a country, Alien will is sewn into it to the ground. War is discomfort, their new frame, Capitulation in numbers, without a name. Dismantling! The system is breaking into the night, The code is breaking, their myths are gone. Asymmetry is our countermove, Reprogramming, where the pulse lives. They write "Korea", "Israel", "Georgia", Archetypes of decline are their new music. But Russia is a barbarian that does not wait, Forges its own rhythm, where neon screams. Their script is dust, their map is a lie, We are a failure in the system that will lead them away. Not a compromise, not their game, The meta-agenda is our new squall. Dismantling! Their throne is burning in flames, The elites are falling, their cards are in ashes. Our subjectivity is our iron step, A new horizon, where their world is a collapse. The clarinet screams, the metro hums, Carbon in the chest, silicon wheezes. Their horizon is glass and shadow, Ours is fire, where the day is collapsing. Dismantling! Not their language, not their answer, We write our own, where the vibe is our light. Moscow is boiling, the pulse will not fall silent, Our truth is eternally burning.
«Демон-тяж» — это не просто каламбур, а философский код: Демон — как дух хаоса, взламывающий систему. Тяж — и тяжесть (груз правды), и тяжба (суд истории). Для своих: «Демонтаж» как манифест. Для чужих: «Демон-тяж» — будто судебный иск из самого Ада. The West is cracking like an old log, Exhausted, without strength, without new lines. JPMorgan is a confession of the elites, Their PowerPoint is dead, the neon is not burning. Ukraine is a shell, not a country, Alien will is sewn into it to the ground. War is discomfort, their new frame, Capitulation in numbers, without a name. Dismantling! The system is breaking into the night, The code is breaking, their myths are gone. Asymmetry is our countermove, Reprogramming, where the pulse lives. They write "Korea", "Israel", "Georgia", Archetypes of decline are their new music. But Russia is a barbarian that does not wait, Forges its own rhythm, where neon screams. Their script is dust, their map is a lie, We are a failure in the system that will lead them away. Not a compromise, not their game, The meta-agenda is our new squall. Dismantling! Their throne is burning in flames, The elites are falling, their cards are in ashes. Our subjectivity is our iron step, A new horizon, where their world is a collapse. The clarinet screams, the metro hums, Carbon in the chest, silicon wheezes. Their horizon is glass and shadow, Ours is fire, where the day is collapsing. Dismantling! Not their language, not their answer, We write our own, where the vibe is our light. Moscow is boiling, the pulse will not fall silent, Our truth is eternally burning.