Текст песни колфилд ft. запрет воспроизведения - бетономешалка

Water drops from the ceiling I hit the cap
wake up, this mixer you got caught
swallow air greedily, that does not help, sorry
when through the white pajamas in the stomach enters the dagger

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Th there for Tiwi, sex? Mom hammering twenty dildo
Indigo children are not present, then the solid "children of the Screw"
We divided into species questionable, flooding dam
we ended up in a trap, like a fly in a spider's web

Lincoln there is not one, a sticky swamp ...
cell, lined with concrete tiles
to the applause of the world captured the evil forces
Rachel, Jihad, sor, their false messiah

we live here on the force, left, perhaps ten winters
then the planet will pour gasoline vkoly koaksil
of the water will rise Godzilla, your candle extinguished
excess production mixer will spit out to cart

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in this concrete mixer nobody sorry
our bones will become the basis of a new landscape
a mixture of brains and junk, has no strength left
that would be what saved his years to bring to the finish