Hard to Be a God Lyrics

Carnivore sister and cannibal brother

Carnival freak on behalf of the mother

Got no idea which con was the father

Eating the kids if it's too much to bother

What's for lunch today?

Putrefaction and decay

I am not okay, I was born this way

Do you want to play?

Anything if you can pay

I was born a prey it's too late to pray

Broken people twisted bones

Calling names and throwing stones

Every street is filled with moans

There's no king there are no thrones

Gallows serving as street lights

Fed will be the one who fights

Those that shine too much too bright

Will be slaughtered in the night

The whole town is full of filth

Stupefying stench of piss

Vermin rule in bubbling bliss

In this fathomless abyss

Vomit served in silver cups

To the lords stewing in dirty tubs

Nursing all their bleeding stumps

Pinchin' the skin 'til the wound erupts

Ты уже харкаешь кровью

You'll be dead before you know it

Insides set ablaze in the coldest of flames

The infection spreads like fire

There's no chance of getting away

Why do the better people

Die never been an equal

Fight when the world is so flawed it's so

Hard to be a god

Why are the wretched still

Alive in the gutters angels

Writhe when the soul is so cold it's so

Hard to be a god

There is no cure for this sickness

This disease got no symptoms

Only brain slowly resets

To its primitive instincts

The escape is in your knowledge but you've chosen to ignore this

You've forgotten how to reason, only picking simple choices

And Your ignorance is an impervious bliss

You could have been taught but you're taking the piss

It's a brain self destruction epidemic for the masses

All the books that you have burned would have given you the answers

You are fearing the unknown cuz of the knowledge you are missing

Hating every deviation cuz you simply cannot seize it

Praying to your god ur praying for forgiveness

Blind to your stupor blind to your sickness

Basic common sense is what you're arguing against

Your kin is doomed to drown in its own pathetic waste

Why do the better people

Die never been an equal

Fight when the world is so flawed it's so

Hard to be a god

Why are the wretched still

Alive in the gutters angels

Writhe when the soul is so cold it's so

Hard to be a god