Каста - Горячие трубы...
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Hot pipes burn me back
leaving freeze another half
body in cold and wet basement
Where in whose hands I lost me
Thousands of live biomass
hid the body in concrete frames
warm me fed to squat
Blood cooling crashes steam in the window
Noise in the head forces smile
I force my legs to be blown
Gods go on my tracks for me you
I'm drawing behind my handicraft hand
How nice to lose yourself on the map
in late April or in early March
When everything resurrect to feel your loss
going out again to speak to talk to yourself
Gray shadows crosses me the road
I look at the ground I am looking for how to put my leg
but where did not fall my mind whose head or whose ass
JOU Change of scenery in the city of Winter
someone asks permission to get out of the window
Drops of life Radio point poured in the morning
but they beat their legs in the evenings those who will accept like pills
Magic bullets Magic bullets, bullets, you ...

who heard the ringing open the door
These wolves came on the smell of losses
With a leaky sky raw poultry
our stone faces are fucked
Excerpts from life fill my brains
I break the memory for small pieces
what I lived and then watched
flooded crowds of faceless gray bodies
somewhere above the rainbow in the evening clouds
The light disappears the one that I keep in the hands of yeah
purchasing power he became dangerous
everything covered it white only me red
Where are the meetings of dream victims
Why I won't be the sounds of my mother's steps
Who will say what the number of this flight
Silence noise water droplets of the reserve pipe
steel available digital feeding channels
kill me current because it's art
They first were 6 now left 3
Here is a feature of look at things from the inside
And that you look maybe you are interested
Really and you found yourself a place
in my words barely devoid of meaning
Like this topic what happened above us