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We are tired of actors with their fake emotions. We are tired of pyrotechnics,

From special effects. And although the world in which he lives, in a sense of fake, there is nothing fake in the Truman itself: no scenarios, no harvested phrases ... It's not in everything Shakespeare, but it sincerely ... This is life!

Well, come on, Valya, let's talk about.

Smoke rocker in the head, instead of thoughts,

I am flying, you say, low:

I appreciate the price tags, but people are loved ones.

Not in fashion sincerity,

And the kindness is dangerous, on the face you need paint

And I don't care about my incoming not in the case,

And just how are you: we sit by kvassa,

But with pivas.

Fortune telling at night, under electrical candles,

One gon went, barely fade.

Who will remember when our red hill?

Celebrate Hallowavine, prepare costume and Ximelin.

We learned to sleep under the noise of cars.

On the roofs feel like on top.

Peace in the glory of idols, questions without answers,

Corking candies and free packages.

For a long time the painted budget.

Staging, traveler - material for the next

Realities show, and people hack.

And huli them do in the evening at Prime Time?

Any fuck is a high rating provided.

It works correctly

Conveyor method:

Stamp clones

Under the guise of the law.

Do you suggest to become another one among them?

No, thank you, stay at your own.

Film heated, corotitis electricity

In these networks, we at the door of the desired

Lost in losses,

And we find the exit in parallel worlds.

Film heated, corotitis electricity

In these networks, we at the door of the desired

Lost in losses,

And we find the exit in parallel worlds.

Drink dead water, blowing smoke - we have long been killed.

Home soldiers do not shine in war, can not live in the world.

Targets in dash, shooting live.

Black holes in your apartment are increasingly and wider.

Time to think from Napza to the tent.

Wandering around the cemetery, in search of the grave of the brother.

Without life, not appreciate the dignity of the one who is near

At the grave fence of howl: lay tears hail.

Does the bell call on this city?

Heads are clogged with trotyl, nostrils - powder.

While you survive every day with a raised gate,

Glamor circle flies over black gold.

What then?! Cattle in bag, ninette clone?

Sketches with hands, paints mutted, brains dry, like boards.

Femis, lies around, crushes heavy air,

But no one promised you that would be simple.

Film heated, corotitis electricity

In these networks, we at the door of the desired

Lost in losses,

And we find the exit in parallel worlds.

Film heated, corotitis electricity

In these networks, we at the door of the desired

Lost in losses,

And we find the exit in parallel worlds.