Horus, SharOn feat. ATL - Boom
текст песни

Trouble will be in the door, never on time
And there you can’t see the help
Is it sober or amenable? Spit who you are, van Damme or van dike
Life will fit in a dash, which is on the tombstone between dates
Well, if so? All the hell, chop the anchors
The world is letting down under the cheerful cheerful
No matter how much the lyceums, bitch, will not reach the goal
We are here, like, not even mushrooms, but so -so mycelium
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, hits a heart like a shaman
The world is ruled by black nal, and thieves' shalman
Well, where honestly? Sit and not to be gu-gu?
Get used to Lokhmandei, live on a narrow leg
Better there will no longer be due to gentle tears
So it’s better in dust, then to dispel between the stars
So nothing is better, never and nobody
There is no one to sin and there is no one to feel guilty
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, the sky groans from the fire
Now we have been struck by midnight hours of court day
Long -wing skeletons dance on your coffin
Do you feel how the earth trembles? Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, the sky groans from the fire
Now we have been struck by midnight hours of court day
Long -wing skeletons dance on your coffin
Do you feel how the earth trembles? Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom
Pussy White Rabbit is waiting for you in your hole
He will troll you slightly, but he will offer to fade
Life is a game, memento more, you are not eternal person
Even the imperious and rich is inaccessible to resurrect here
So remember the rules of this game forever
Who is with grandmothers is right, but before death, everyone is equal
And when she comes, he will remove all hard and software
Everything will be forgotten like a strange and slurred dream
So do whatever you want in a disposable world
Everything is wrong here, as in the films of Quentina Dupee
If you play, then in the pages of not the wini croupier
It’s not around the corner day and he will come from the outside
The train will not leave the plane over your house
Behind the helm of combat autopilot Armageddon
Cold -blooded and soulless, trouble -free mechanism
Sector-Prize on the drum, so son, Rest in Peace
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, the sky groans from the fire
Now we have been struck by midnight hours of court day
Long -wing skeletons dance on your coffin
Do you feel how the earth trembles? Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, the sky groans from the fire
Now we have been struck by midnight hours of court day
Long -wing skeletons dance on your coffin
Do you feel how the earth trembles?
Eh, they would know how I love the bitter smell of Napalm in the morning
My cold half a trap woke up under the screams in torment
Rise, my friend. I was called by the alarm clock like a crafty
Only labor and tombstone will free us all of us
My colleagues and I rolled along the sulfur das
On a perpeted minibus in the fuckers of Inferno
We will drop out at the table, the final stop
Mortal Punishment - Ninth District
Unsasive work - just cut the fingers
After taking out sticky eyes from the holes empty
I would have to throw everyone into the boilers with a huge altruism
And to wash under a sin in a soup of people like you
I have been an employee of the month for two millennia
Increased by Lucifer, almost hanged from happiness
Now I am a rider that admires the sunset of mankind
I dreamed about this from the student
After all, I am now your infernal courier
Put five pentagrams, I delivered you a day
Dolibes radio apocalypse, straight from the sky
This is the best work in the world
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, the sky groans from the fire
Now we have been struck by midnight hours of court day
Long -wing skeletons dance on your coffin
Do you feel how the earth trembles? Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom
Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom, the sky groans from the fire
Now we have been struck by midnight hours of court day
Long -wing skeletons dance on your coffin
Do you feel how the earth trembles? Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom