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The beauty of the gardens of Eden
 Majesty Champs Elysées
 Alone with himself
 Everything is just as bogosluzhiteli wove
 Tide nirvana and heat
 Normal because the alignment
 As if the world lileet you as a whiner milf
 What's the beauty of our land,
 Here as many times surprising that all you are going mad
 And there is no pain and suffering,
 Soul-searching in the labyrinth of the subconscious
 Angel needle plunges ecstasy
 And the picture dims kaleidoscope eyes
 Down to just a reflex of pleasure
 For binary thinking mechanisms
 Nature all tore off his mask
 And the critical mind has become a living target
 As a warehouse or ovoschebazah
 Nowhere to be late
 firmly squeeze
 Stocks of morphine per
 Trap live
 Call

 But in the eternal high how to understand what the buzz is
 If people are so familiar stranger
 How do you know that you are in paradise, not to masquerade in the depths of hell
 Take your fucking needle, loud obscenities, better hell, then boring multiplied to infinity

 So from the throne kick gray-bearded
 882 for sale of light and good turnover
 About one and a half grams of enamel, banknote
 To not understand that? Where? When? On the floor, he opened his eyes
 And right in the path of a drum
 Feet on the ground to erase the Champs dance floor
 The boiler boils someone's skeleton
 And just as healthful plyamya may better to burn the fuck.
 Then rise from the ashes
 Damn dirty menstra and sperm
 Love, multiply, bitches at bay all
 Its atmosphere here, apocalypse
 Garden of Eden under coca and ephedra
 Vultures kramsayut your gut on a poultry farm
 Trust scum on a ray of light in the distance there
 An absurd legend
 To round