пиксели - Муза
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Legs on the table, two roads a hundred
The conclusion is simple - the party sucks
Predictable paths, eyes-kaleidoscope
Around the colony of amyob, they do not know the word "stop"
Dance, dance, dance
You draw blood, draw, draw
Draw on a canvas collage ordinary topics
Mike is your totem
You are a destroyer of systems
My dear, dance, dance, dance
You draw blood, draw, draw
Draw on a canvas collage ordinary topics
Mike is your totem
You are a destroyer of systems, my dear
My muse is a psychonaut, it will be banned soon
She promotes debauchery for the guys
To the sounds of the drum somewhere behind the fogs
Secretly contacts aliens
My muse is a psychonaut, travels through dreams
He drinks with Christ on Brudershaft, she is incomprehensible to us
Her voice is sweeter than honey and more acute than Basabi
Her body, like a temple, is so excavated and obscene
My muse is stuffing me with tattoos on the bones
After the university a couple of marks - her promo in the news
My muse is dissonance, for the Horde and for the Alliance
Instead of a cradle mantra, immerses me in a trance
The first on an empty stomach is stirring
Her idol is zodiac
She lives in Kolombiyski
She breathes non -shaped
My muse is a psychonaut
She uses a snuff
Her trips is a manga in twenty -seven volumes
Dance, dance, dance
You draw blood, draw, draw
Draw on a canvas collage ordinary topics
Mike is your totem
You are a destroyer of systems
My dear, dance, dance, dance
You draw blood, draw, draw
Draw on a canvas collage ordinary topics
Mike is your totem
You are a destroyer of systems, my dear
My muse is a psychonaut
This is immediately clear
She paints my life
Fiery red
Fiery red
Fiery red
Fiery red
My muse is a psychonaut
And I'm with her for the company
I plunge into the abyss
Self -digging
Muse Psihonaut
This is immediately clear
She is explosive
Somewhere far away, where we are not
To where the stripes do not draw the nozzles of enemy missiles
Where they do not sit for ten years in a single picket
My muse carries its latest covenant
She was always with me, she will always be with me
She walks around the city in acid hoodie
She falls into the head, shooting cigarettes
Her step accelerates the rotation of the planet
Dance, dance, dance
You draw blood, draw, draw
Draw on a canvas collage ordinary topics
Mike is your totem
You are a destroyer of systems
My dear, dance, dance, dance
You draw blood, draw, draw
Draw on a canvas collage ordinary topics
Mike is your totem
You are a destroyer of systems, my dear