And so every single day: More money, more cases
More virgins, more demons. But do not go out of the skin,
The same sky, too kredo.Bolshe Ben gave a demo of Corruption.

We here seems $#&@ed up,
Including snow thicker and thinner wall,
More arrows, and gnawing decadence.

And so every single day: More money, more cases
More maidens and more demons.


O$%&^ymiron:
It used to be like: the logic of war - us or them.
That's wrong, that's your own. The fronts are divided.

Quite simply, crystal clear. All that was yesterday - this is a kindergarten and nursery.
Now - no. In fact, more and more $#&@ing subtexts. On both shoulders, in the sandbox has become crowded.
Here as follows: in each box a double bottom, every house has a back door, and secret door in the mirror.

Power - it gears for rhinoplasty. The fingers on the joystick, and you're a part of it.
And then, as you do not troll subtly, there is a drug cartel, or drug laws.
And virgins are watching eye of Yoko Ono, cocoon lokonav, criss-crossing as the Laocoon.

Hundreds of puzzles. What kind of Mordor, the Shire?
Around one Sudoku-shifters.


Chorus!

Ochre:

What do you see for my grimmasoy?
For make-up, hooded, black-and-white mask,
For a pseudonym for a mime for the meme

Back-MS is indistinguishable from the gray mass?
Or the curve grin out of nowhere,
In search of material for you whetting 32 teeth

Lybu woeful existence grin augur,
The machinations of the Cheshire vagrants from ear to Okha.
Yeah!

All that I am, inquisitive son!
Yeah!
I am a character - a collective image.

Yeah!
And you made me subconsciously,
Enough of you - now I'm self-monster!

Security!
A rare bird, as if the god Ra.
Accurate, as in the tradition of Vohra.

And I am a child of the primordial chaos
And this little world faustopodobny me phallus!


Chorus!

O$%&^ymiron:

Hero - the glory, the thief - mountains of gold;
Conservatives - same-sex marriage and naked breakfast.
And I used only the traditional healer,

There were doctors, but something is sticking out of the back,
I'm either an angel, or a brontosaurus.
We are in the dark halls

But as the barons and vassals of Belshazzar
You will start up at the blue fat.
Caudle for the entire board!

I'm not Europe with NATO,
But the fifth year I'm Russian hip-hop to the west!
Said to hold the reins,

But I'm in the buff
I manage razebat Cadillac,
It read in Alexandre Dumas,

Come out as if nothing had happened,
And say, "How are you doing?!"
Thomas let the unbelieving, whimpering.

$#&@ me your labels?
We are building an empire from scratch!
And forever!

While the sky Fenrir the leash does not come down,
Bringing down the shining like a stucco ceiling.