Singer: The GROTTO. Page 5

Still very young souls are already eaten by worms.
All the dirt is forced to read, and praise,
On your knees voluntarily get up without memory.

"I know the way nobody knows how, sniff, fuck, and do not sweat
Around the Fuckers, one I'm a genius. I want the same? Come on money!
What are your doubts? Willingly share their observations.
Feel like getting stronger? Camera breaking in General was awesome!"
That's the idea, die young, Pro*bat life crazy.

One has only to think, or at least to take
The idea is carried out in a billion vibrations.
Invisible path, my dear, colorless threads,
She'll be back someday in the form of people and events.

Stops creatures, if not people
And store actions and plumes of glowing lives.

The companions of the eternal search for the membership you pay a significant premium.

The predator will get food in him boil these ancient wild roots
A mutt falls under the each from where it as feed.

Yes, it's so unfair that the hair on end,
But this world is a creation of a jeweler, everything is as is.

From the past stretch yarns, creating a tangle,
The confusion you show as another thread, and spawn a fork in the road.

At this moment the light was born more than a hundred people
And while you listen to a song more than a hundred people permanently disappear.
This Symphony of life, the orchestra of the round space of the homeland,
Billions of interwoven stories and moments in great tune.
And everyone who came here the passenger on the ticket, finding your seat,
Even with the most fun deals you will not be able to play against the orchestra.

Greedy fat on the hearts of managers,
The war of the vegetables in the same flowerbeds,
Addicts, child-killers, perverts.
All this is the handiwork of our own jungle.

The child is grown, the beast will never become a complete human.

We have long time to turn that old story about the head on his shoulders.
None of us not the shuttlecraft pilot. Environment registers the program in the root directory.

A child of his world, the skills, the basics.
To him the universe is taught a special language.
In this language otherwise it will be the name of God,
From him far your "good" and "bad".
For you he's evil, he's bright knight,
You wouldn't be the same, you happen to be born there.

When you go in the way of the dream, we will try to be your reliable fuel.
Get your this land on lease for a short time,
How could we have fed its electricity, its own heartbeat.