He is different, I ask you not to touch your hands in the investors and the happiness phases
Wolves Ears, Zaita Tubers ... Eraser Majet Paste
... feather steerase, the plaster starts blood ... terrible ...
Plastic ... cuts, eyes are no longer red ... smoke ...
You were alone, but now not one ... Lonely instinct ...
I'm a guest here, the ruler and bed rest, you are my passenger
Go for the screen, I'll write here, write, steerate and make mistakes
Papires are smoldering, on the southern alley ...
They drink and sober, stupid, clever ..
Kill, born, sad ... kinder and evil
In the customer and without, on the steps of heaven, my passenger ...
You are still behind the screen ... And I wandered with my hands rugging tendons,
Slow down hurried the movement of life
Killed and resurrected in this passage
It is the blades and forks to help ... Cut ...
Ride raw meat slice ... juicy
Exactly the knife, with an accurate blow to the police officer's wife,
And this is not a murder at all, I'm so figuring the diction, quickly
I collected all the manatures and disappeared ...
From the look of poisoned rats, the bloods of these patients traditions
Propaganda injection for livestock, life evaporates on syringes, faces were ...
Now they fused, what it will turn out ... fiction ... will fall ash,
In the casket with the ornament of the abandoned lily, on the Earth
The abode of cruelty and simpleness of life, lived ... were ...
Now they leave ... smoked .. off ...
Cololi veins by meter, snow in the nostrils ... And where is the troubles, there is no ...
Honey sweet on the lips of death, the acts of my life tape
I love to believe in the summer, nine floors of love, the minute of rap
This is slow music, rapid rhythm ...
With the taste of the sweet and salty taste of hot pepper
Add a spice, this is the beat of the heart ....
An excerpt of infinity from the most loud inaccessible lecture ...
Believe it there is no price ... In Fovor, do not boys from the street
And those who, after a perfect disaster, do not escape,
In the unknown, do not enjoy
Actor ... cunning, evil and kind, speaking and silent
My city is modest
Here they do not like my music, here they love bitch, love sweet talk and drugs
