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Lincoln mayhem


I’ve learned all your fears
You’ve never respond to me for the years
Magnets crushing my structured labyrinths
Magnums of Conti will make me to believe
Finally they arrived at the platform
My suggestion on the first level
Where is I belong
Wave upcoming from the north
Gravel line is to short for the fortress
Connection to settlers
Updating all the information about the species
How to find the best references between
Separated cultures on the screen
Do you feel it’s seek or something else
Am I look like freaky or someone else
Read the sacred tastes on the magic plates
I’m involved in the evolving race
Connection to settlers
Updating all the information about the species
How to find the best references between
Separated cultures on the screen
Varieties of suburban splittered-two-headed mutant babies
Got more importance on to our mission
When we’ll take a message
They finally got landed at the Nevada’ bus station
For reconstruction of their status at regular universe
Without any plans
Just to laid for weekend
All the desert analog dreams are on roulette
Loading numby electronics chasing collars
(Do they had that?)
Working on emotions of the saints
Died years ago
But give me a promise
Burn it after day they’ll come


They will come



Алексей Ульянов (Ленин)



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