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Here all sorts of geniuses
Pressure fucking opinions
Fanatics one-day
Jump to new members
Returned to tomorrow
Yesterday's legs pussy
And the past was like damn
And abundant tears stoked
I am here for so long
Burns my eighth microphone
Fired the 8th throat
Parts fly into the trash
You will find pieces of me outside
But just close your curtains
So as not to pretend desired
me

I have not been canceled
I am here still alive , I breathe
How long will we
To blow up the silence
And we will fly to knives
But we're not going to die from them
Die of phrases , do not sew
In the meantime,
You are not canceled me

dreamed otherwise
But no city on the map
In the blood spetsefektov capsules
Swamped ninth casting
you Adapt
By not my ideal world
A mess of their decorations
Lipstick color sensations
delirium
I am here for so long
Burns my eighth microphone
Fired the 8th throat
Parts fly into the trash
Yet children
And we know funny secrets
We will be silent laugh
Let them kick the bucket guns
Is There

I have not been canceled
I am here still alive , I breathe
How long will we
To blow up the silence
And we will fly to knives
But we're not going to die from them
Die of phrases , do not sew
In the meantime,
You are not canceled
me