While the heroes are chasing up in empty bazaars, "the same" trolls.
A uncle in a calatoon throws a mother naked naked in the street.
The cattle is boiling at the factory, for ponting, chanting white pigs,
Pour them in the gnawed Oil, wipe the fuck from the waffle
And they sew them tightly, tightly, strange heads
In the muddy water of Babylon, as in the cup of Puer Tuoch.
My cuttlefish are melting: dads, cranes, flies, white ducks
After all, everyone knows how to, as per the concepts,
Everyone lives as he wants, each fingering in his own way
Each ends in his own way, each in his own way
But you yours, do not give in, your cart
Fuck your neighbor, eat a colleague with shit
The bell tower is high, saliva in bulk
And forward midshipmen, Satan
And fucking sleepers, fucking sleepers, sleepers
Felled the cadet with the shaft, in the satanic hutara.
All fucking sleepers, fucking sleepers, sleepers.
While godfathers are killing dumb on the dots, Hot-hot guys, you get cold like a corpse
You stare at the monitor and pretend to be looking for classmates
Find millions of excuses, find millions of reasons
Weigh them off like a heap of torn assaults
But you muddied your word when you blew in the back of your head
Make you celebrate Muslim holidays.
But you yours, do not give in, your cart
Fuck your neighbor, eat a colleague with shit
The bell tower is high, the saliva in bulk
And forward midshipmen, Satan
And fucking sleepers, fucking sleepers, sleepers
Felled the cadet with the shaft, in the satanic hutara.
All fucking sleepers, fucking sleepers, sleepers.
Don’t take much on yourself, it exists formally,
Strong of this world, stuff, heal, clamp your pockets.
That the matrix agents would not burn the living.
Whatever the TV magnates would stuff, the brain was bullshit oak.
Don’t take much on yourself, drag on a jerk tightly,
Pulse in fried carcasses, mouths will close souls.
Avatar without much accept, open your pages.
And let no one know, not even the cop that you are a bird.
About what kind of bird you are, how they become a bird, what kind of bird you are.
But you yours, do not give in, your cart,
Fuck your neighbor, eat a colleague with shit.
The bell tower is high, saliva in bulk,
And forward midshipmen, Satan are nominal.
All fucking sleepers, fucking sleepers, sleepers.
And for everything we’ve done, we’ll be chickens on a pitchfork,
All fucking sleepers, fucking sleepers, sleepers.
