Check my words for weight, if there is no faith in honor and conscience, I see a lie, my soul is still alive, that is,
She was blackened and alch, but I cool down and I spit on those who do not like my style.
In my life, I did not stole, did not betray and did not give up, I did not lower my hands, did not become a sucker and did not become rumble.
He was lost, but got up again, I realized how insignificant malice and strong love is.
I saw a lot of lies from the mouths of the saints, more than once I was offended behind the back rats - by ** of them.
Life is exhausted as a dual diary, my teacher Rabble, I am a beaten student.
My head under the clouds, I am a martyr, while the memory is alive, the correct meaning from the pages of books.
Evil will be on the knee of the hove to be lying a brush and those who have this evil will fall down.
Anger in the eyes of the saints, good in the eyes of the killers, the falsity of the commas, at the temple syringe.
An injection on the BIS, fly under these songs and whatever happens - live by honor.
Anger in the eyes of the saints, good in the eyes of the killers, the falsity of the commas, at the temple syringe.
An injection on the BIS, fly under these songs and whatever happens - live by honor.
Sometimes all of us is attracted by benefit, self -interest and flattery, many break like matches without passing a test.
Why did you get the fact that someone needs your success, we step on our heads to go up.
We are indifferent to those who are in West and hear only ourselves and only write about ourselves.
Egoism is in the background humanity, millions are drowning in drug addiction or glass.
Love left and became a background in cheap advertising, it became dumb to even show love for her mother.
We live in a drama, worship paper, kisses all sorts of electronic shnyaga.
We build skyscrapers, but our actions are low, we teach children the truths, thinking only about self -interest.
We are clean, but not able to purge ourselves inwardly, we do not want to work, if only somewhere something spit **.
Anger in the eyes of the saints, good in the eyes of the killers, the falsity of the commas, at the temple syringe.
An injection on the BIS, fly under these songs and whatever happens - live by honor.
Anger in the eyes of the saints, good in the eyes of the killers, the falsity of the commas, at the temple syringe.
An injection on the BIS, fly under these songs and whatever happens - live by honor.
