Текст песни Exkuite - Запретный плод

Year 4 thousand eighth imagine the time 10 00 and
12 time zone, every second person is now terminally ill this planet is an outcast life on it is a mixture of shit, people began to suffer a thousand years ago, like a lung 1 now and the air for them is a smell, everyone doesn’t give a damn about close relatives at each other, every man for himself and wants only a cut, from life, but there is one moment, we are all angels now and there is simply no room in paradise, what to do to the earth with the sky overgrown with souls, all sorts of leftists and stupid Like flakes of Snow, they are trusting just as it is easy to blow them off, sorry for such people are not at least now, but basically, their desire to leave our world does not heal correctly, none of the most high leaders has their mutilation, it only periodically concludes that this is a forbidden fruit and not the one with which anything begins

And let the trail of comets dry up.
All the same, there are no places, no places.
And there were no more people left among us.
And to swaddle the souls of only heaven in the shadow of the lot.

For someone, phraseological units are limited, opportunities for steel requests are deleted from the lists of famous artists of those marinas where the ancestors of Adam and Eve grew up where they were expelled, from there everything went now for them, how to start all over again, not about but an ignorant,
And if it is still possible to stop the death, there will be a second Magellan that will help us see, otherwise the world will give him an attempt to chtoli a double, which in principle is not possible when the tundra suddenly starts to storm, you yourself understand that at least no one can confirm the situation, like silent hill, the nominees have outlived their usefulness, we cannot get into space, the soul hangs without a body and we are between like wanderers, heaven and hell, peace and hell, the forbidden fruit has been plucked long ago and everyone is dying hello to them

There are more chains of lines per centner than the cart that throws on the bumps as if he is, breathes fire, his diagnosis puts a stigma, and it is incurable like a guy because this is his name, fuh my tanks are full as with your packs, the tour will not end if at the start there is a fuse with tratil , exorcising demons how? It’s easy, simple, a watering plaster to your mouth, your hands tightly with a cable, hot metal on your torso, does it hurt ?! Come on! Sing it to me with the good news, by the way, I voted for your mixtape, but just to see what it is like to be you and everyone, fuck the wild Vladik send pussy riot, but I twist my voices so that Petya sucks, this is my workout, your business is like a steamboat without steam don't expect income from him
I, like a sapper, put a flag on your grave, The colors of red are true of the color of the phalanx, well yes, fuck us dbz the final diagnosis of finak the maximum I can tell you is incest, against the princesses we are like Astrid, just you would have floated your frame to the breast stroke , slowly but surely, as it was said before, they would have warmed up further with their fits, but now the assessment itself will change after the storming of the simpson on which we demolish you, may there be a sound that you don't need to piss into sneakers, go get healed for now, but we’re somehow without you, a slave is looking for a slave for myself, I found what I wanted, my dreams are now replenishing the lists of your to-do's, do you think this is all a dude what can I take to show off?

We will hang ourselves together again, sadly that fun will kill again, here people are rushing people, and self-interest takes everyone by the nose, if someone wants to leave, then good luck to him is not easy, I wish the diagnosis of life but on the other side of the canvas