Текст песни Турбогроб - Любовь до гроба

Mood for a wave
On rhythm
Cutting Cardiac Mysteries
Without brain work The heart does not pump blood
But the stomach continues to digest
Food
Entertain yourself as you want
Games
Sex
Books
Hamburger
Opium
Your genetic printer I want to conquer
And let out five million copies

We choose each other in vain
Beautiful way to make life even worse
From hate couple steps
Crushes stronger
Squeezes all the tight
Love till death

Men beasts at present
And I understand your doubts
Whether they wake up Kuni in bed
Whether they will not wake up after dismembering
Also full of distrust
Whether to solve your son
I lay down on my stomach and what to expect from you
Massage?
Dildo in the ass?
Or knife in the back?