Nicotine, burns the throat and lungs,
Nicotine, instead of 10 grams of morphine,
Nicotine, from the lips to the brain - the road is smooth,
Nicotine, inside up to dozen zero
Clean sky - dragged with thick fog,
In the teeth Camel, and on the body ripped wounds,
In the sanctuary, happiness was not, apparently early,
Placebo effect, and on the fact everything is also fastened ...
My credo is a lone guard,
Pale leather, but ink is decorated,
And for the summer - it is destined something terrible
Forecasts nonsense, otherwise think - the brain will refuse ...
Half liters volley - and the stomach is already all in the stars
Alcohol Palette - Makes Thinking
Quickly, throw a fist in the leader of the crowd of garbage,
Promach, in resuscitation, for life Thanks to the Lord ...
Nicotine, burns the throat and lungs,
Nicotine, instead of 10 grams of morphine,
Nicotine, from the lips to the brain - the road is smooth,
Nicotine, inside up to dozen zero
The road to the dream is blurred, on it whose traces,
As if rusty trough, in the lungs thick smoke,
from the topot of hoofs, dust eye corrosive,
Burns shame, because I slammed the gate of Paradise,
May the priests predicted to us the end of the world,
In 2012 I repent, I left my ash,
Revived in May - the first lines were round in the fly
Since then, I have fallen angel, I live, but extremely rare,
I will die young, it is obvious
Blooman Paladin - unsuccessfully jumped from a springboard
Endorphin in my blood? - no, even in mom,
nicotine - from now on an integral part of life
Nicotine, burns the throat and lungs,
Nicotine, instead of 10 grams of morphine,
Nicotine, from the lips to the brain - the road is smooth,
Nicotine, inside up to tens of zero x2