Текст песни скептический - фурнитура

12.Furnituration

I think the vertebra is yours like rings at Saturn
Argentine melodrama I inside switching toggle
what is responsible for love, although if you think
Our hearts have a long fitness worried
Scandals are melting conciliatory sex
A wildeds named "Winter" Eyes of the Dead Bride
everyone is picking from Ludal to height
ordered to die here billions of learned in childbirth
pulls the winch of the faded generation
I'm drunk Kortis, I fall in love with the loop of time
At eight in the morning, the Soviet choices will be completed
not expelled in the likeness of the Nutra, where gloomy and unshakable
gods in Codene, under the fog of fast
Drops on a sheet, jockey on a lame mare
in smoke how much already in the neck of ethyl
Way from the cradle to the grave of burning fleets

Steel Sandy Crystal Castles Swarovski
Not so just reincarnated the masterpieces sketches
Does not give good customs on a lamination
nails swallow in the coffin or clogged
Neck are already killed on appetitive nodes
Made in the target of the moths from the glow of the flooring
but do not differ from them we will sleep with nothing
on old shelf for intimate sighs at night
I traded overnight on velvet masks of muse
Blood on "Isabella", death on what was called art
right in the garbage words all landed
As if lime, as if, after the third glass, cozy proximity
Synchronization of depression with porcelain ringing
crying lullaby that this city will reassure
Near Sodom and Gomorra, Mount flows through torrent
This grief will have to leave alone