Singer: Slot. Page 4

The individual thumps on the path to freedom,
Praying pricked or go crazy.
Then this freedom will bury him,
I'm getting out of the matrix, hell will catch up!

The flight - my immune system...

Fate is juggling a slippery soap:
See - in the hands empty, but in the morning it was still...

Every glance is like a boomerang,
He'll be back, don't forget
Reflected in the eyes
And kill someone...

In your eyes the fire offense blinding light.
Wait, don't tell, breathe his answer...
Where are the words we didn't know
Did not expect to become enemies...

You just tell me
And I will open you doors to Paradise
And there already to choose -
There are other, you know.

Night flood eyes day make you forget
And slowly sail wherever the wind blows...

We spread the time, melt the tsunami
The half-life, the sentences, what is it with us?

Lucky sun of heaven, now give it to no one...

Who has not lost, he will not appreciate having...

Fashion is not all subject to the weather...

Two misunderstandings froze in the climax...

Hurts live cut thin thread,
Then blame yourself when the ordered way back...

Yes, it's just hell to sit in heaven
And see your eyes, and his pain.