Мои Ракеты Вверх - Fake blood capsules

no face no place no chase outside
i feel like already dead
bad feeling not gives up a crown tin crown again
your ever long zoo blade family cone
a ben for evil moon
grape me down, identify a criminal foe
oh no be sure
i’m waiting under moon pailing
for that tool ranging
underground is perfect for that sound
vil rat goes on the santas house
little mother helpers on a run figure me up for a gape
always be shut
only never was out
no face no chase no place but us
i feel like already drown
hake me alone drake beat a come alone crime again
p.o.t.s.h.e.r.d.
i feel like pretty ramone
get me alive to beat me of the gain.
it’s alive
it’s ok
hanging on it around again