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Kinetics

We're like Lucifer's demonic regiment, decibel metallic groan again, this satirical flow is a panacea, like La Vey's genetic module

We are like a demonic regiment of Lucifer, again a metallic moan of decibels, this spiritualistic call is parallel to the ringing of the acoustic strings of dead nerves

The earth is melting at our feet, all the stones are flowing, our dreams are by no means all sacred, nice, my city is spreading under the heat of lava, because settling under a volcano is suicidal

Everywhere the fashion trend is glamorous discourse, posters are like windmills, a useless business, and the pharmaceutical industry is huddled in a corner in fear while I sit in this garbage like Wally

We launch the aesthete's stagecoach along the path of graffiti telegrams, on incomprehensible tags, the echo from the wheels shines with fluorescent light, dead snow, as if we are in a dream, and I came for you - Krueger Freddy

Streams of words like snowfall and stars - a stolen catch, but an honest thief inhaled Spartan air, no joke, I'm Charon and a dachshund and I have your mind, start the engine until the collapse in the shadow of the fire of ecstasy

Badville is a battlefield, but the field is a large labyrinth, while the game is for the flag, but you don’t feel the war, maneuvering past the emblems, spreading the threads like the Gestapo, leveling our roll, like your myopia cataract

Santa won't even give us coal

And the CSF is bigger than Trump's house

Maybe I'm a satyr like a dead Carlin

But my Harlem is boiling inside me

Symptoms of burning, burns on the body, scars turn red, muzzles blacken from under the eyebrows, waiting for execution, the womb howls, flames through the veins, and thoughts with shrapnel mow down all targets at once

Our arsenal, it's newer every time: sights, laser, ideas, air-to-head missiles of the third stage system: where kick and snare are movement towards your targets, you call it rap, I'm incest, successfully red Miss Grager, the strongest The Joker, like Ledger, on the Vicodin final cough will be smaller, oil painting, of course, a system of bumps and gaps, but the ignoramus is not visible behind a bunch of words

We are like a demonic regiment of Lucifer, again a metallic groan of decibels, this is the political pillar of Pinochet, like an hermetic cache of an exegete

We're like Lucifer's demon regiment, decibel metallic moan again, it's the electric chair, Ouija circle, galvanic riot