How many had only
How much smoke but would not see the world
How many made

They said son you are not of this world
How much was all,
But it all by addition of verses from the world

Everything seems to have grown, but not washed away the stigma
You're out of this world


Not of this world, once the ink with a pen
As if someone had dug grain or pulled link
Of a chain, where each exemplary

Piss on them
In this world of communication is strictly on a tangent
While bruises ached, warmed sand pit

And who would not communicate now - there is a barrier
And you seem quite healthy, but digging a detailed
All spend fruitless search of their own kind

Where is mindless, homeless, worn,
Caulfield stoned and twitching Durden
Anhedonia, signs of Jared Leto

We are the children of amphetamine, Baphomet and New Metal
You, and will not accept such a pack, we Peter Peny
Foam days we grow, but grow up,

Delusion odnokolleyke
Vehicle goes into the estate - see God plays modelki


How many had only
How much smoke but would not see the world
How many made

They said son you are not of this world
How much was all,
But it all by addition of verses from the world

Everything seems to have grown, but not washed away the stigma
You're out of this world


Books are divided opinion
Opinions sow doubts
From doubt laziness and indolence of blows oblivion

Michel Houellebecq, plus Latreomon Necronomicon
Once again, the world target - payback
DJ teyp, DEC

The same style, I think you, as serious injuries - are incompatible with life
We does not favor the city a knife and you rip
The truth, as mold and emerges in disputes

What the $#&@ Aldous Huxley, you do not love this wonderful world
Then you childish - dui idiot in a manger
Round defeats, failures, damned poets

And blessed scribblers
Knights of the subculture, the keepers of glass
Knights polishes forgotten music fans

This world seems to shine a cheap panel
But I see the light at the end of your ear tunnel


How many had only
How much smoke but would not see the world
How many made

They said son you are not of this world
How much was all,
But it all by addition of verses from the world

Everything seems to have grown, but not washed away the stigma
You're out of this world