Текст: Outlast. Positive Hardcore, Positive Youth. Ward C-43.

I've got a number on my bracelet. I've got a name on a paper. Belittle my value on the account of avarice. And I am thought to be patient. It's an injection in my discontent arm. I fall with the capital and discover fainted swastikas. I'm not going to be patient anymore, not going to suppress feelings. See things for what they are