Opened the car door sat on the bench boldly felt like a
child who didn't get the gift he wanted from Santa
sat behind the wheel of the car thinking how could a person
he cared about think rationally try bombs in the cabbage garden
grow up, he's a man, everybody's a man
it's like tomorrow, he started the car, it started to rain
I'm spinning my head, I'm sorry, no, I don't hate
I was raised so that I never got a belt or a rivet < br/>turned to the right at the crossroads, listened to the planet of the bad guys
almost hit a passerby with the feeling of being under fire
turning and crowding between cars, what planet do we live in
can't say if anyone who just walks up to the road stops
the car stabs the car before the emergency call was made
his body was found
Look behind the fairy tales connected as screams
sleeping in the hug this night, this night in the ambush of shadows
paranoia about life where the punishment is also a crime.
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime ¶Ã¶ Crime. Crime
Crime. Crime.
Why are you crying mommy, I'll tell you how big you'll be
I promise, a mother sniffing the child in the middle of the room answers when
youth is already over with a few gray hairs on the back of your head
sweater puffs nervously smoke blows from the nose
heavy shot sighs like it's the last day knew that
work will come out once it's here this day must disappear
one of us the man walked outside quietly beyond expectations
he tamed himself surprisingly well
Davai taxi, I've decided to go
chick put on a coat not wool it's made of plastic
half more waterproof as well plastic pants, taxi in front of the mint
after, yellow 01 quickly packed a bag mother seven
doesn't pay attention to anything daughter flies out of the door without noticing
slips on the road in rubber boots no managed to put
brake on this rain-soaked zivil.
Look behind the fairy tales linked together as screams
I fall asleep in the hug this night, in the ambush of the shadows
paranoia about life where the punishment is also a crime.
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime ¶Ã¶ Crime. Crime
Crime. Crime.
Ice around his neck and heat on his waist, this
famous robber finds himself at work again, turns off the lights in an apartment where there is no
furniture there he spends the day in the evening it is in the north now it is in the morning
ahead the moon shines from behind a cloud under which it is raining
staring once at the sky while getting an umbrella from the house
taking one step forward the car almost runs him down he doesn't
think for a long time grabbed the knife opened the door cut the knife blood
flowed in torrents the cut lethal force knocked the body to the asphalt
he jumped the steering wheel from him i only whistle of wet rubber,
dodging in front of the cars in the opposite direction, took a left
from the first cross, the gas stopped the car in the rune, looked in the rear view
mirror and there is no ment in the back of the head when he gets under the wheels
or The little girl fell.
Look behind the fairy tales linked together as screams
I fall asleep in the embrace of this night, in the ambush of the shadows
paranoia about life where the punishment is also a crime.
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime,
Criminal crime Crime

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