Текст песни PHARAOH - CRACKHOUSE

Buried alive, disfigured
I hear tears, we're drowning in orange
What Lucifer was hatching in these bitches
My beat means it will be yours
All people pray for this fucking hell
Write on my grave, you are an experienced creature
We see on fire, did not fall at random
Your white puppies in my arms
I smoke diesel wherever you go mom
And sit here tan, you hang boor
You fear evil, you see for yourself
The smell of cherries where the Almighty lied
Tears of children over the coffins of idols
Do not believe if the dead one said that he is in peace
Kill yourself slowly or have mercy
Carnations don't wither on our graves

And no one will find peace here