Hands cut
Along
Dust
Eyes showing speed
One more block
Be cool
Under
Cover
You got to take it
It may be not so nice to feet
We were wrap
time to breath
Gunpowder
Wrong burial
Clouds strencils
Stop
Bullets entering city
Light going out
free from lay debts
you need it?
Immortal
In words
And why so low?
I’m freezed
With carcoal
On darkness
Мир сосет
Кровавосперменной коктейль
И революцию из мертвых тел…
А что ему осталось?