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Текст песни "Distortion Choice — My End, My Sun"
I was a comma between your pink legs
the prescience of sage
is coming up from the pains
taste a strawberry, then spit out bread
depression is great
is the black tongue into the earth
lullaby has lulled everything
now is already dead
strong bad envy screams are thinking
my brain’s bleeding flair
that’s real…I called you bitch
that’s real…love’s like a gig
the surprise is this black street-heart heart has a poor shape
when stupids catch a buck
when a leader shows his grub…
foulness is like a cancer
a storm of empty bowel
I scream the earth has you while…
while I can fly
I said every step needs something
There was a female letting us have sex
there is not the way
it’s the time to squash her gleaming eyes
squash her burning fag then cuddle her lies
clap my pregnant hands show is the end of her namby-pamby life
I said every step needs something snagged girl,
give me the paper
Nag of a horse, taste my bile
Cross of my mind…you’ve got fog in your bowed brain
I love your adopted show…
Thank you so much my girl
And art and art…my chorus, my end, my sun
Girl feel the pleasure
Time is a pitfall I’m calming down
my moan grab your occasion
Applause for your f. show!
I was a comma between your pink legs
the prescience of sage
is coming up from the pains
taste a strawberry, then spit out bread
depression is great
is the black tongue into the earth
lullaby has lulled everything
now is already dead
strong bad envy screams are thinking
my brain’s bleeding flair
that’s real…I called you bitch
that’s real…love’s like a gig
the surprise is this black street-heart heart has a poor shape
when stupids catch a buck
when a leader shows his grub…
foulness is like a cancer
a storm of empty bowel
I scream the earth has you while…
while I can fly
I said every step needs something
There was a female letting us have sex
there is not the way
it’s the time to squash her gleaming eyes
squash her burning fag then cuddle her lies
clap my pregnant hands show is the end of her namby-pamby life
I said every step needs something snagged girl,
give me the paper
Nag of a horse, taste my bile
Cross of my mind…you’ve got fog in your bowed brain
I love your adopted show…
Thank you so much my girl
And art and art…my chorus, my end, my sun
Girl feel the pleasure
Time is a pitfall I’m calming down
my moan grab your occasion
Applause for your f. show!
