Текст песни Dark-Zone - Don't Turn Off This Fucking Trance

Can-you-fucking-feel-it?
[Feel this, feel this]
Come on!

Let's get this party started, starting a war against our same kind
Call the president to play your favorite dooms, boom, boom, bang, bang,
wrap us up in a body bag, throw the bomb you're dead! kill a few in this unnecessary fight
How many times do I have to tell you, don't turn off this fucking trance, they're learning how to die so slowly
And enjoy this party with blood in the dance floor and let the roof in fire
with corpses hanging, you'll be dead so quickly

Go, tear this place apart with your nuclear blast weapon and your human shield
Go, fuck off, back off, blast off away from me, do you want to see me? I'll see you in the battlefield

Chorus:

Feel this wicked nation
Hypnotizing the people to follow the ways through a damnation
Ready to keep you encaged in denial
Preparing the machine to condemn and slave the doomsayer of your survival
No longer needed to live this nightmare
Get ready to fight against this human plague warfare

Let's make a hell of day, burning all in fire and release an impending disaster
Walk through the disco with zombies dancing and try to prevent a catastrophe
while everybody is laughing while they're dying, keep running faster
How many times do I have to tell you, don't turn off this fucking trance, they're learning how to die slowly
And enjoy this party with blood in the dance floor and let the roof in fire
with corpses hanging , you'll be dead so quickly

Go, tear this place apart with your nuclear blast weapon and your human shield
Go, fuck off, back off, blast off away from me, do you want to see me? I'll see you in the war field

Chorus:

Feel this wicked nation
Hypnotizing the people to follow the ways through a damnation
Ready to keep you encaged in denial
Preparing the machine to condemn and slave the doomsayer of your survival
No longer needed to live this nightmare
Get ready to fight against this human plague warfare


You ain't learn yet how to stop when you have to stop, motherfucker!
You ain't learn yet how to stop when you have to stop, motherfucker!

Just in case runaway but (don't!)
Go away instead of follow our lead politely without (turn!)
The tables where is everything is confused, when eveything is (off!)
Without a reason or a meaning to kill you with (this!)
Flaws in our hearts over years of abuse and (fucking!)
Us with our pride wide open, preparing, absent-minded, for this national and mental riot (trance!)

Feel it motherfucker!


Chorus:

Feel this wicked nation
Hypnotizing the people to follow the ways through a damnation
Ready to keep you encaged in denial
Preparing the machine to condemn and slave the doomsayer of your survival
No longer needed to live this nightmare
Get ready to fight against this human plague warfare

Condemning us to die!
Don't turn off this fucking trance
To watch how they fucking self-die!