Текст песни Дубль Пусто - Смерть Смертным

Death is death:
Death is death!
Death is death!
Lord, give us strength and a bucket of napalm
Protest dick understand for what reason
Thoughts of suicide employees of internal organs
The skin is torn, & quot; Book of the Dead & quot; and it is your name
The traces of violence on the body every second grave.
Lord, close the office. Euthanasia to everyone!
Boas umbilical cord baby. Already dead climbed out of the vagina.
Suicide is more to life. No garbage has not been on this track.
How to cut the paper between his fingers. As legless whirl in a waltz.
It is fashionable to be dead. The coffin beautifully dressed.
Death is death! Death is death!
GOD !!!
Landed poppy plantation hands naked whores collars
To STAF packed up a priest to have colored my dreams
Stool, rope, soap with the scent of wild berries
Where is the promised rubbing with fervor ?! If not, then fuck all you want?
I marked it in your notebook. Marked your tombstone.
Even if there is written & quot; Joseph Stalin & quot;
Love plus fisting in public suicide ...
On the porch of the regional government building.
It is fashionable to be dead. The coffin beautifully dressed.
Death is death! Death is death!