Текст песни PHARAOH - МЕРТВЫЙ СУТЕНЕР

Cold blade
She was drowning in sins
She will no longer be able to look at everyone with a high

I'm a dead young suther
I seem like Agutin.
I keep a knife in my sleeve
To stick a little later in the back.
I will take her body
I will take her soul.
She wanted so much
There are 4 presenters in the Cadillac.
I cry over her dead body
Silent as a poltergeist.
Where my remains are
You didn’t even go through the face.
The joint goes out of the rain
Pale sign in longsleeve.
Your bitch gets cold, I whisper to her: "Happily."
Cold blade
Her hot skin.
She was drowning in sins
But I got rid of the burden.
The tear froze
On the cooling cheeks.
She will no longer be able to look down on everyone.
Cold blade
Her hot skin.
She was drowning in sins
But I got rid of the burden.
The tear froze
On the cooling cheeks.
She will no longer be able to look down on everyone.
I once did not wake up
Breathlessly my muse
My dead pupils
Your open belly
Acid ate me
She soaked into the blood again
And eating like a moth
Pleasure and pain
Killing a bitch with a look
She feels death near
Exhausting the smell of poison
Call it a rite
I play with their bodies
Fucked like a Palanic
I fuck them in the dirty Volga
Between the gray houses
Hundreds of bitches in my bed
Went to the next world
You already decided to die
And with death I am related
Someone wants more grandmas
I want to see tears
In reflection you are moisture
I will see all their dreams
Tears leave cheeks
Moisture crust
Having made this bitch shy
Making this bitch dead