Текст песни Вышел покурить - сделай аборт

Youth longer shorter than summer shorts
Here it is the threshold, and then I came itchy mashonki
The subject of suicide laces, rotting dampness
To have an abortion, burn the house to breed germs
It seems it is time to be baptized. Smirk constellations
Salvia divinorum. Paradise in the bottom of the stairs
In a meat grinder together all without exception
In my house there are no people, but there's cookies
Once again, the gray night. But blonde locks
insomnia gives pussy. At the tea has cooled
Bridges are burning. Fumes variator
The man with no name Throw me options
The motive of the Soviet.
The parasite crawls under the tonsils
Throughout the economy, eventually to death postponed
Rose of Wind. Paint stained windbreaker
If you are not ready to accept the truth, I do not touch
Try to find the middle, fuck articles
Morning mode film negative
The Milky Way in the cap. On bespilotnike
Rusty prodigy, but grew up mannequin