Текст песни Соня Грезе - Линия недоверия

what other people's mouths took into your mouth - don't take it.
the line of mistrust was cut off by angry callers.
the theses are the same for many years but
Is the nail driven into my skull a crown of thorns?
I have the right to remain silent, but what the hell? fuck these rules.
Another fap added heat. get away from yourself and fuck.
I am a liberal saint. The crucifix saved one guy and not a single woman.
Diogenes burned my hut with a lantern. There will be an explosion - I will decompose into atoms,
I’ll throw away the ashes of my forefathers, lie down and reassemble myself as Tony Stark.
I rent a townhouse for hatred and evil. no one can figure it out:
Is this an eminence grise or an unnecessary hoax? that's how she is
did you work on the biography or come up with an epitaph?
MC with a worked-through childhood trauma undelivered by a blow makes up legends.
You can fuck while you're writing gonzo, but remember: not all scars are ugly.
home-grown Francois Mitterrand hides his Martinelli
in Martins, it’s as if she gave birth to something other than cadaver.
my bed is not a newsroom, but I set up a room tour around it.
Is it shibari or are you tied to a chandelier on a chair?
Is this God's providence or connivance? I will sprinkle myself with myramistine.
want a factual battle? Maybe we'd better have sex under the cameras?
a trusted person is authorized to declare that the decoration of the team is your death.
It was in vain that you wrote denunciations and accusations. There is martial law in the city, people are sorts
there's shit on both sides of the fence, and I'm a professional taster.
show “Avtozak Live” in Prime Tam. I turn on channel one and watch pornhub.
I need a DNA test so that I don’t see everyone as an enemy,
to prove to them that they are not me.
glasses on the ship's table drop into shaking
what the owners poured into them for years.
how to disguise the words that come out of your mouth like rust?
Is my fatherland the boss? Madame Depot,
a shot to this gentleman!
I have nothing to share with you other than a place on the bunk.
It seems that my days are numbered: they are waiting for repentance and guilt,
stacks of incriminating evidence are burned on the shelves, testimony is taken, evidence is searched for.
What do you want from me? I want to get married
for Ruslan Bely to give to Sanya Bely. I think it's awesome!