Хронический ВакУУм - Поле лживых мин
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Burn in full to break the attributes from the loops
We hung where it is fashionable to be fucking
Killed, rotting, thoughts are terrible
Nights are cold again, the capillaries are red
The mass has become without ideological sales souls
Kite, in a dream, our incubator will be locked outside
After all, gardeners have raised the necessary stems
You are now shaking a boshka under the screams, ae fucking
Where do we go at an angle if all this is a madhouse
What will happen later, does not matter under the flag of Putin or Zyuganov
We will be cut out of all history again
Cultivators do things
Freedom was promised, washed into a narrow crack
I see an individual, hanging in search of a beautiful
Sticking out from whore in the box, does not see the sun of clear

The individual hung, and pulls posthumously down
So this end is soon close
After all, whoever is low
On the fragments of that life, you cannot avoid mistakes
Looking at the reflection, there is all his own torture
How many attempts there were, enough no need to be buried
Who dictates to us where the way out, so make the last exhale
The creatures are atheist, the heroes there are deeper as possible as possible
Erasing to the last, I wear the memory of the past!

The memory of the past was replaced by something dirty and vulgar
And sick of the fact that our heads are laid down
Here you need to be careful, as long as the guest is not past
In your house, you are dictated by insignificant values
Under false pretexts, firing up thresholds
Get away from God, because they want to own minds by many
Sleep like blind kittens, pseudo-lines
Hold their slaves in claws, where yours
Your minds stand on the False Min Field
Estimate here are alive among the dead
So do not lie, that everything is lost
Here in the middle of animals and well -fed snout
There will be someone who will stand even one for the idea
The same picture, day after day nicotine
The other absorbed around the spider webs spreading
In the company of whores and reptiles, nonhumans are only shit in a baking
Fuck it, but we want light in the dark!

The process is irreversible by throwing this awnings for us
So immediately with handles from heaven than to see and so hate
The world has a bloody knead, uniting these places
Still remained, and not botanes and not sold the cross,
The threat as heals on rods, this part of your brain
So it would be, to remember who is driving me here
What is drowning in life, in power only clowns
Plant laws, we will be expelled
But while we are on the defense!