Singer: Slot. Page 1

Life is movement. If there is no place up, you have down.
Rest in peace.
And a direction under the feet of a thin ledge.
Rest in peace.
Self-destruction is happening to us
When moving down.

I scared away a long time friends
But my steady gaze.

Free lone wolf,
The laws back
I have to hand yourself over to the Museum
And live there as an exhibit...

Lonely people looking out the window,
Add friends and go in the morning movie,
And in the dream, continue to believe and wait
And dream cease to dream...

Who knows - truth is!
He will climb into the soul,
And then there is saliva.
As a nervous patient.

Fashion - to be beautiful, and you were born a freak.

Go and buy body
According to the model and style.
You will forget your suffering,
All the insults a disabled person,
Open the gate to Paradise
Let's choose your body, choose!

A breath of laughter and two drops of sex.

From dusk till dawn
Together in the arms of sleep.
And with a running start opening his eyes
I Wake up alone.

There in the clouds
100 birds by the river
Headed for the South
Where death is warm
Your hand
My hand
Draws a circle
Hmm... forget it

My soul is flying on a red light on a rainy day...

The door is closed,
I forgotten,
I'm alone forever.
Dreams are blurred,
the world map bits.
Nausea... darkness...

Day passes one deep breath
Everything is fine. Neither good nor bad.
Tomorrow we will start the game again
If only only pinned.

How to tell you love,
Not to mention the words: roses, tears, carrots,
Remembered the blood that one hundred degree nonsense
And the most important words-no words,
And the touch is the discharge current,
The views across the veil fabric,
And aspiration surf on Board the ship,
And you just La-La-La....