I would like to wake up at the parade, wounds "Sputnik" to fix
Let's fill the brain with the idea of peaceful people that sad does not roll
No, that's enough, close the circle
Among your friends there is a beast asking for torment
So is it a storm? And boredom again, bullet
Skimp on lipstick handwriting, most of all, a fool's friend
They wear such at the bottom by a ton, the difference is 8, but still, they ask
And on beats, guys take out, and girls wait, but they will be abandoned
Neck loops, fumbles, smokes
Poor Buy, punch the tambourine
He hits so timidly. Turns you on?
In your flaws wanders ...
And what did you find in yourself
Walked along the road with suckers
Shat-up, you're a rude lady
And you burn to neighbors
Yes this bitch is a gentle indicator
Needs in bulk, take and punish them
A stall with pain and you are immediately a pointer
With the left to enter, oh, who is this son?
That's enough, because the world is not rolling towards your vans
You roll again and make it clear what you want in advance
Dancing on the roof, it's a little
Your skills for joy
Bring desire to hell
Everyone jumped, one was left
Come on closer to the temple
If I were you I would fall asleep
But you're asking for pollen
Stop pulling, offny sheep
No hysterics, but by the way
As usual you freeze your kidneys
Biting lips they bleed softly
