Singer: pyrokinesis. Page 8

In the context of the fact there is no thoughts are coming from a form.


Rugova Dolorosamente catalysatory

And how did the war with you all one simple tactic:
All to push yourself until you cease to take you.

And the lock on the door luckily I pick the corkscrew like a fool
And still trying, but it doesn't work.

Errors experience does not cure vodka, and then what?

But Moscow was blinded, bright Moscow
Blinded by the sun from dirt and beautiful speech.

But running out of time words
The art of love behind it applies to the craft.
What had brought you a fortune
Melts, dissolves in your mouth.

In the tunnel the light is not eternal.

Why? Yes, because with toys
The child still once get bored
And I'll sell you stuff necessarily, know
The fact that I have nothing to tell you, hon.

And I broke in half almost.
Do not burn my burned-out bulbs.
And from the abyss separates fine hair.

And the desire to burn everything, alas, so inhuman,
But there is in every human being.

Ordered to love, but love is disgusting

And all those who had promised to build an Empire -
Did monopoly, I no longer believe them.

Paper bird with my poems,
Fly out of the window, each letter burn, burn, burn.
Of the thousands of persons you will know my
Burning bright on the eyes, they look, look, look.
Look at what we have become through the decades,
But the paper does not tolerate infidelity.
Those vows that we had brought as the wind
Smash, smash between the skyscrapers and buildings.
If not him, then who would we have
I can not believe - in the sky paper phoenixes.

And we don't conquer the sky
Not sending ships on the planet
Anything and everything this art does not teach,
We learned just what the Muse needed martyrs.