Mechanical Animals - Противоядие - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You will die is the only thing I know for sure

The wave breaks up turns into a white foam mixed with grains of sand and stones, I do not need any other miracles except life on the planet Earth Kaif !!! Kaif does not know what will happen in the next second of the buzz, not to know where you came from and where you leave the buzz, you can’t touch the music music With your hands or at least stroking on it like a juicy woman on the street love without conditions, diversity in the void cannot be chaos shmotye scattered around the apartment a familiar face in the poster the number for a month is not indicated what is the difference, what is the main time of the year whether it is more interesting to the road. And more importantly, the elevator is stuck between the floors, there is time to study the inscriptions on the walls public place to shit worse only the Internet is a landfill of radioactive waste that stinks like meat. One hand on a keyboard on the keyboard on the genitals is always or too large or too small people not too much They take out each other form individual groups prescribe enemies, males choose females Females choose males, a simple way to create a wave of reproduction of a flap of flabby, as in a strong wind, you will not go far even on a long board who knows in the face of the descendants of Pushkin, they are no longer at all similar to blacks, any most clumsy early song nirvana is more beautiful than the grouse of Cobain Choice Color Brows La VE Place in the hive, how the bees live over each other, eat one over the other to shut each other over the other, they end up on each other before giving up with a velafan before that, choosing a grub, remember who you are a black yellow white mongrel what tests you are ready to subject yourself and Others for the opportunity to get drunk with the ground, first they are raped with a bayonet with a bayonet and then scoop up the soviet, take more faster taller than the overdose of the wall, the alien ideology of sprinkling, it is time to renew the page. This browser began to work new habits in the old body of the goalkeeper age, I pray that teenage maximalism is immediately Will abruptly go into senile insanity Only a rave of any middle -aged crisis I wakes up and it shakes me in the morning, as if from the night it didn’t let go even deeper, it got even louder even brighter even faster even higher even more, you just need to love yourself, it means destroying selfishness it is not My whole God -three times, three disappointments, freedom forever want to paint gray empty miserable walls in the colors of the spring on an empty stomach clearly and coldly easily the energy fucks over the edge why I had not thought of flying a lot of me before and outside I Karma Karman do not fill your pockets, otherwise it will crush the eggs And it will not be possible to go even along a straight path, but the cork will fly apart when you turn your pockets all the politicians of cops and drug addicts Life is not suffering Death is not an excuse, but only the occasion is more attentive to life