Эхопрокуренныхсараев - город нервоза
текст песни

The buildings were copied - Khrushchevs, monolithic blocks were reproduced.
The sky dripped with gray, diluted the landscape of black trees.
Quadratized the dramatic world, removed the dimension, closed the eyes - two -dimensional daughters.
Nightmares dreamed all night, bruises under the eyes - fell down, rose from the bed.
He did not merge, drank Drive - accelerated, healed with medicine, lit a cigarette for some reason.

They crushed whiskey, nipples as in a vice, pain in the temples, drank neurosis - melancholy.
The groin was scratched near the school, sports Triko, waiting - the countdown without Campudoter went.
In the head of Tentacli, your body was wrapped up, almost jerked in a bookstore restroom.

The world has become different, there is no drive - put the block for a while, bought a fake.
A little inhaled the vapor through the bag of lilac, he did not know, everything was in vain, he stood in vain near the pad.
The door releases everyone, the coffin calls everyone, it is ordered - a funeral bureau, a statue of a dead dragon.

Everything did not last long, went into the crosses - a pharmacy point, bought vitamins threw it.
He made a marathon in the evenings, the run is a successful sedative tea and several mattresses in his hands.
He reassured his nerves, calmed the mind by listening to unofficial dredges.

Often, I went away, it doesn’t burn - they sold flour, a corkscrew zzhot.
The bird flew by, which is the city’s Naebalovka, there is no place - the law of the station.
The homeless garages rinseed the throat with a murmur, the corpses of the tavern were green as aliens, not a fact.
They crawled along the steps on the asphalt, vomited with worms, it became dull, bursting around the corner.
They scolded a new car, only from the car wash - by chance, well, the old one was offended.

Old people with sticks, in the ass. Bookmark.
The children are pale, as if death was born.
In the church, a glass of water was littered, Pyatsza - to become a goat, as Baffomet wanted.
He tried to listen - hypnotized Pop with Cadil Parishioners.

From the wall on the wallpaper I saw a matrix from a triangle, the letters focused on the third eye.
He gave the brain to Gaza, looked in them - saw spirals, of course the aroma is not pleasant - the cologne is cheap after shaving.
Panties with dollars, you do not save your stomach with lace, fatty piles in pantyhose - fucking crook.

The landscape of Gothic in the cemetery, the dog sits and another in the form is accumulated.
Digging the grave for a long time, you need strength - you need to be sports, such a Hercules on Hercules and Balkan methane.

Baklosan in his pocket earlier, the gateways were hung on the trees - performances, death attraction, a carnival of pharmacy doping.
The main prize was decorated with the coffin, the sector of the prize of the Yept.

A glass of tea was brewed, I see, I share - schizophasis progresses, but I break into sections, sections of the line.
Again, watching two -dimensional daughters, it becomes cold, Chikhir warmed the seller in Chainka offered me a Chinese junta.
I bought a nest, washed the jar, brewed there drank too much paint painted the door by the cabinet, an inverted panason TV.
Like frantic Sonic, pupils on rolling out of orbits, chewing orbits, listening to a dose. I did not listen to anything that they say, crap with a monologue and carried a garbage - I began to be silent more. Silence of gold is not for nothing, Petrovskaya Sloboda Coffee in the cashier was delayed in line. All this is as long as the sand from the ass of Kashchei in the gold, the highest power is going to hill, as you hump, like from a nototer lady - he became sad for old age, donated blood closed. He fed the forecast of life, wanged in the apartment.