биопсихоз люди на блюде текст
Биопсихоз люди на блюде текст
голова на блюде и сердце на блюде люди на блюде и отрезаны груди и печень на блюде и люди на блюде, мозг и душа да я выбился в людиии.=)
head on a platter, and the heart on a platter people on a plate and cut off his chest and liver on a platter, and people on a platter, mind and soul and I was raised himself in людиии.=)
A great start and you teach me,
In my hands-a knife, and you get it.»
I’m yours now, you must love me.
I know you’re angry, but I’ll live
Head to the b-people and the heart of the b-people,
People on b-people and cut off his chest,
And liver on the b-people and people on the b-people,
The brain and the soul. Yes, I raised himself to the people.
The people on the b-people
The people on the b-people
The people on the b-people
Hello people. On the b-people
Hey! I appeal to you:
How are you doing? As the time of move?
Like a dream? As a feeling of guilt?
How’s life? As the hands of destruction?
Hey You!? As the sense of self?
And as a posting on the necks of’t hurt?
Frozen asphalt sticks to the legs.
And these masks you do not go.
The people on the B-people
The people on the B-people
The people on the B-people
Hello people. On the B-people.
ну наконецто нашла)))
well finally found)))
Прекрасное начало и ты меня учишь,
Я теперь твой, ты должен меня любить.
Я знаю, ты злой, но я буду жить
Голова на б-люди и сердце на б-люди,
Люди на б-люди и отрезаны груди,
И печень на б-люди и люди на б-люди,
Мозг и душа. Да, я выбился в люди.
Здравствуйте люди. На б-люди
Эй! Я обращаюсь к вам:
Как дела? Как время движенья?
Как сон? Как чувство вины?
Как жизнь? Как руки уничтоженья?
Эй Вы!? Как чувство себя?
А как проводки на шеях не жмут?
Замерший асфальт липнет к лапам.
И эти маски вам не идут.
Здравствуйте люди. На Б-люди.
A great start and you teach me,
In my hands-a knife, and you get it.»
I’m yours now, you must love me.
I know, you’re evil, but I’ll live
Head to the b-people and the heart of the b-people,
People on b-people and cut off his chest,
And liver on the b-people and people on the b-people,
the Brain and the soul. Yes, I raised himself to the people.
It’s the people on the b-people
It’s the people on the b-people
It’s the people on the b-people
Hello people. On the b-people
Hey! I appeal to you:
How are you doing? As the time of move?
Like a dream? As a feeling of guilt?
As life? As the hands of destruction?
Hey You!? As the sense of self?
And as the wiring on the necks do not pinch?
Frozen asphalt sticks to the legs.
And these masks you do not go.
It’s the people on the B-people
It’s the people on the B-people
It’s the people on the B-people
Hello people. On the B-people.