Текст песни ЭХОПРОКУРЕННЫХСАРАЕВ - Лёша фен

Blood pupils were copped, reproduced shizophazia mouth. Under the sleeves collection of traces after injections. Where the traces from Dasha Cancer, where they were stolen with cancer and where the dead ladies fumbled with varnish, for hair. Nervoza as well as manic syndromes is a second type of odavaability, shizofasi adaps, progress. In the cemetery, the landscape is gothic diluted with gray. Dose for Lyokh, the phenomenon of lack of substances. And for someone it is slow and pleasant death. More pleasant than laughter, at the funeral of a friend. The deceased from the crocodile, stand up and snatch the eyes with a psychiatrist so that he could not see your inadequateness. Eyes see everything except reality, became square, drammatic world. In fact, the myth, the floor he watched Vienna in the rhythm of hourglass. Fifty-ninth - Stalin broke away from the mustache. Silence after a shortage of gloomy insanity of melancholy my inner world. Inhale a rock, through Löhin package. A branch of hell hello! Blauted worms, the cockroaches became dried fruits after Kumara. The nightmares were dreaming all night, not where Smara was removed, bruises under the eyes, I will wear glasses. It is not how to rape into the point, the softness of your texts. In the church pop with mushrooms hypnotized passersby. ATECTIC PANKCH WALL NEED BY CHISNOW, this is a proctive park but only forests regiment. Step, you are not especially! Our frozen bodies, a gift for a coffin, order him, funeral offices. Statue Dead dragon. It is like a zone only ornament. Okay Google, how to live further! You are with blue bong, Lyok blue with bongs. Mind is poisoned by terrain, after cutting out after the tightening. Wanded at stops in search of the meaning of life, I dream not to fuck the insides of the dead dogs. At times with Loeh were digustors of mattresses. After you wanted to sleep, but not where it was to lie down. In the morning, the shoulder shoulder straps with garbage shoulders. A smile from the stroke develops as Wunder Kind, Lesha Tablet King. I read a lot of books but it became dull. The bird flew, what kind of urban is essential. Trying to survive on the zone according to the laws of the children at home, too weak. The corpses sucked out open hatches on the roads. They rolled green as aliens. Old men with sticks, in the ass tab. Children go pale, as if death was born. From the walls on the wallpaper saw a matrix of triangles, the consciousness of schoolchildren focused on the third eye of the sacred bag, Lyokha does not greet although with the hello! Psychedelic attraction of triples, carnival of forbidden substances decorated its main mental state. AIDS sector on Boyan! Sector Prize Fuck. It's not as long as the sand and rusting of the Schigan from the ass Koshiya, above the Christ. From Spice Vorki vomiting and the bottom pops up, what is needed for happiness? We are fed by hunger since childhood. Cadean dawn of a sleeping pills sunset. The lack of the chara, the cat is applied. Go to the pharmacy. Set up the library. All in order to transmit phenosi Pamarsk Hi-Oleg. Darkness shine broken fanarics. Who is not Naariki, and full of shit, he is Satan