Виниловая Нейра Children of the Junkyard

The city’s rejects
Are here
Where everything that shined
Turned to rust
And this smell
The smell of forgotten lives
Horrible

This is the junkyard, my friends
I call it
A life’s dead end
But even here
In the empire of waste
Someone has to rule
Glazastik! Show yourself
I’m not looking for trouble
I’m looking for a way out
We can make a deal
I’m ready to share
With you
And your crew
Do we have a deal?

Children of the rust
Kings of the dump!
Where secrets sleep in mud
Hidden from sight
Glazastik, look at me
Pull back your fangs
I’ve got a debt
Let others pay for it!
I swear
They will pay

Give me a lead, give me a path
There’s no turning back from this wrath!
The price is too high
And whatever I bring to you
In my own jaws
Do we have a deal?

Trouble?
No, detective
We have a deal
But in this city, for free
You only get rain and
A janitor’s kick
You want the truth?
Feed my boys
And for now — my trash
My rules

The deal is struck
The trash king smiles
The trail is hot
And I’m walking through the miles