Злые деньки

again brisk jogging, body chernotropah ,
over ten grams in weight add someone 's head .
stake oskomeny we shackled blood
machete their marks in the Adam's apple and is unlikely to falter .
lets say flair females in these doorways ,
cut arteries makes them true form.
groan through clenched teeth background , our world fell into a coma ,
Leave emotions to people because it is familiar.
and what can I do when anger is languishing in my genes ,
and what can I do if people here reached its climax.
hurt! do not judge me .
one invisible God at all times
loves violence is not less than the land .
dissected alchemists hidden panacea.
here ceiling - this drill and sika in barracks
You leash protagonist of the story of God in red SPAR .

Rem Digga :
benefits as we carve boil gyrus
who interfered think those guys beat us.
Think charged plumb beat tells hunger for gases
piece because you do not climb into the mouth itself .
dinger industriousness tears ties alive
bro yesterday , today holds in the belly awl .
taste lousy , lousy Juice ,
Dangle on a mustache , where dog there and ksiva .
type through the thorns to the stars Braga ,
if only in okontsovi not shoot them out of the barracks .
I do not want to need to get a haircut at zero
Digger evil , like a pit bull .
noodles on the ears - this is not a nich ,
because grazing panthers entire speech .
holes in the bag, everyone will welcome almost
uebal from mine, so do not count for rudeness .

chorus :
days of evil ,
their secrets stored colored wreaths
days of evil ,
their secrets stored colored wreaths

Hookah :
prityrny taste remains cake
I am one of those who do not snatched the piece .
and do not regret it , as scary
how to lie otchistnyh snatch.
not extinguish TV , brother,
let snitch until he has something to say.
not hammer nails in the earlier period ,
Give otmatat all that God destined .
yes, I have not seen mountains of gold ,
but I know what hunger is .
and I'm proud of it , believe it's better
absurd than to wash the makeup water from a puddle .
Monolithic barracks one to one,
thorn wire pulling me down.
I say nothing , when will shmalyat in the back,
when the mother would mourn his son.
I say nothing ...

chorus :
days of evil ,
their secrets stored colored wreaths
days of evil ,
their secrets stored colored wreaths