Текст песни Error 404 - Отчуждение

Folly separation
Boredom burns the brain
I will remove my world
Like Cain Abel demolished

Someone loves the local Morse,
I'm a fan brandy,
Girls love strong torso,
guys with maniac syndrome

Stone Steel sharpening
In the blacksmith from under the skies
Angel became Something
As if dreams catcher

He brings good luck
As a medallion from the past,
Like a fucking agral
In which moonshine worn

Do not take that I wear me
After all, the sweat of the river
What the world is weave
Hand

Head
What is soaked with acid
I as if in a dream, he
So rest

The battle will begin on the spite,
About the brain meteorite,
Knocks like Snair on the bit
And in the exclamations burning,

Note of joy in Minor -
Laughter in funeral march
Stack and plan soon
Sin, loss and minced

Sky presses on the head,
Will ask us where the risk
Heaven puts on his head.
Will reset us sharply down
In a hot tin
We are thin, scream from the bottom
In a hot tin
As in hell, but without sin

Stronger than thunderstorms
Rassed thunder stuns night
Write me prose
Easier than beheaded daughter

Urine no,
wait for execution
Speed ​​sword
The bone will not be rented immediately

Scary,
per second before the strike of God
It is important not to miss
The effect of rolled thunder

Promo death
This is the world between heaven and hell
Like the highest light
Pains ground ropes

Life is not sweet,
This is propaganda optimism
Our country tent,
And we melt under the prism

Under the captive
indifferently hooped
Ice thin
This is indecent trump,

In this fool
Open your mouth dangerous
As if on the oke -
Face to meet with Kamaz

Bay immediately,
Otherwise the sky will not understand
Run infection
Not split thin ice