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Beauty of Eden Gardens
 Majesty the Champs-Elysées
 Alone with himself
 It's all just as bogosluzhiteli wove
 Tide nirvana and heat
 Because normal alignment
 If lileet world you as a whiner milf
 What's the beauty of our land ,
 Here so many times surprising that all you 're losing your mind
 And there is no pain and suffering ,
 Soul-searching in the labyrinth of the subconscious
 Angel needle plunges ecstasy
 And kaleidoscope paintings veiled eyes
 Down to a simple reflex of pleasure
 To binary thinking mechanism
 Nature all tore off his mask
 And critical mind has become a live target
 As a warehouse or ovoschebazah
 nowhere to be late
 tight squeeze
 Stocks of morphine per
 live trap
 call

 But in the eternal high as to understand what a thrill
 If people are so familiar stranger
 How do you know that you are in heaven , and not at the masquerade in the depths of hell
 Take your fucking needle , sonorous obscenities, better hell, then boring multiplied to infinity

 So the throne kick gray-bearded
 882 for the sale of light and good turnover
 About a half gram of enamel , banknote
 So as not to understand that ? Where? When? Opened his eyes on the floor
 And right in the path of a drum
 Wash the feet of the land Champs dance floor
 In the cauldron boil someone's skeleton
 And just as healthful plyamya can fuck all slept better .
 Then rise from the ashes
 Dirty whore , menstra and sperm
 Love , multiply, bitches at bay all
 Its atmosphere here , apocalypse
 Garden of Eden under coca and ephedra
 Vultures kramsayut your intestines at a poultry farm
 Hope scum on a ray of light in the distance there
 absurd legend
 By round