Coupling:
Memory outline - not catchy
We find the lost motive (necessary)
Without it, the roads were separated.
Outstairs - the choice for me,
Alas, closing the mouth and break fruit on the castle,
That the precipitate here fell on evil.
All to me in particular
And now the hour is oven, their move?
In vain, verse noise in my head,
Lost sense long ago, newer
They ask the tracks as they are
Serve ... hm xm what?
On the sides room, my gone gone there, howl
And poison captivate the word next to a glass and cobra, what
Meaning in these signs and fear
They will envelop me, and in the future eyelids closed, I am all in the poems of Haa.
Terribly here and noise
Food for thought? Zhui what will give!
Send a taboo on the whole world, he is not nice, no,
Drying the throat, and let Nile me.
Sushi, city, sizza, cold -
I am a Cobra Savage on the bottom of the glade,
Rumors Rooms, Strings, Honor -
Everything is forgotten by me, has become a bottom of the ditch.
Chorus:
Forget the words, score on everything
My path is a trail, and to the end exactly we will come.
We are not needed, time, time - it is fucked,
Life will let me go poison, as if the burden on the bottom of the glass.
