It's not like that seems to you!
It's not like that seems to you!
It's not like that seems to you!
Do not be a fool, do you want to make sure?
Hello, darling!
Welcome!
Here worse than in a locked house in a fire
This is a movie fucked genre
There are all the actors, and who director is a mystery
And in the lead role today you are, and I am a voice for the scene
Look carefully, these shameful bitch
Play in episodes, but playing to kill you!
And you are a hero, like Donnie Bracco or Al Capone
All palms in paint, it is not blood, but just remember
Hello!
I say to the doctor: - I'm the first time here
In the Hospital Chamber of the TV Shows passion,
On the chair a nurse sits, I'm with a pair of holes
I sit without movements. But not so bad position!
On the screen, the main character is mortally wounded.
Measurement frames that will continue we do not know themselves
And glad, it seems, the film is normal,
But only he stretchable,
In the end-stretched ending.
Forgive let him now.
But the ending number 2 is no less tragic,
Nothing personal, but the nerves are inflicted!
And who should anyone? And what is more precious than gold?!
And what comes with experience when he falls from the highlight?
The script is like a gap, the scene pulls it to the bottom,
But still, these psychos are not needed there,
And here they have the main roles, the plot to the banal is simple,
Half will die in the final, who exactly is the question.
Director here - I, doctor. Podlechnik - Sister-Sanitary
Worn by separation, keeping a bar
With pieces of paper, where each of the patients wrote the final
And they are all the actors here, but these are not their fault.
And it's hardly anyone seek when watching movies,
That in the next episode will most likely be he.
And that crazy guy in the screen and without a leg
Already as five days ago tragically died.
And we are not enemies by all, rather saving them
From themselves when they fall below.
Where prestigious die, staying on cassettes to live,
Than on the bed of hospital to extract the devices.