Сonsequences of love. Part 4. Your breasts are per
your body smells
is someone touching you?
nobody can tell
living in frustration
no easy luck
strange combination
a heavy fuck
simple rythms
they drive it good
where is my fortune?
should i or would?
forgotten sensations
jump into head
nothing is senseless
but senses are dead
black blink board
is now my life
nock out blow
no one can survive
where once was a garden
now empty grave
hello reality!
hello my fate!
i recognize you
you greeted me nice
it's no mistake
i payed the price
soulless people
decomoposed flesh
i'm fucking sick of it
i'm saying - enough!
consequences of love.
2003
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