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This place is forgotten by God, there is nothing holy

here I am a samoter, past windows, seasons, on the road

to death like wind, believe me, there is a network at every step

I am a meter for the meter, by here the devils, I have long understood that on this path I only in hell

It is largely to blame, but for now I go, albeit for the bottom, sometimes scared on this way to one

But back there is no way, only ahead will have to go and from this just killed on the floor

I breathe ... Talk about rap, I am requested as coins on the wind, around only loops and networks

Summer, Chronovo .. Do not believe ... This is not new ...

It's not a reason to make a turn on another way, where not exactly, scary, Chronovo, strange, as if you are scandal ..

It is necessary only to rest, it is not necessary to settle, the mood is not guys, you're like a flock of bulls on me, a flock of wolves, a bunch of fangs

And I like the backward .. and today I am in the office on always .. Items here very long, night, all bleeding, I want to go urgently, just

very far away, but I do not know wherever because there is no way along the way I need itdy, I wick, I must burn to be

oh sorry, God, there is a network, I do not live, I will carry my mind, because it is an honor and decide later, the old woman with oblique when damn comes

After all, in the throat there is a knife, well, what, from the skin, I climb, I realize how I am not me, you are in the abyss, brother, yes I, too, I dozen

And no one will help, it cuts me, around a lot of crumbs, this is a friend of the road to nowhere ...

I can not run on, in ice and voice as a cough, I will leave, I will leave on the barge, for the bottom, because there is no strength, I do not like your not even our

The guy rolls, and behind the world falls and here there is a soot everywhere, not an omnipresent, I got on the neck, listen, I'm smiling, around the failure, just it ...

time will help I believe ....

I strive and run in the pursuit of happiness, I think, I can often catch it up, because life always presents us something, and death takes someone

on the heart of the wound and roar, it is bad very, but I'll fuck all this ... I was the Terminator, I onceed, I was asleep as a buddy, but you are not glad

And I don't need to swell, but fucking how to fade, call me a gad, because I always under poison, where my chamber is cassadag ..

I feel like a soldier, everywhere a mess, as charming yes here, like the deva and us, the guys ...