At young month April
In old morgue melts ice
and fallopian tubes
begin its flight
Life passed before eye.
Lymph to tear from bosom.
Shock from pain in subconscious.
Stynet eternity ahead of.
Shock from pain in subconscious.
Stynet eternity ahead of.
Taking off above door
Not leading barriers
Fallopian tubes
Fly fly fly
The Tears will as if be a cotton wool
Sadomiya for ever!
We shall Put womb in ventilator,
And bit who-where!
But while we only glares
Us to kill at all it is impossible
Only chain, only saws,
Want you run down in vain
Taking off above door
Not leading barriers
Fallopian tubes
Fly fly fly
Urge of the retching makes dizzy
Sekator softly falls into spine
And heard shout of the despair
Wail first-born infirmity
Life passed before eye.
Lymph to tear from bosom.
Shock from pain in subconscious.
Stynet eternity ahead of.
Shock from pain in subconscious.
Stynet eternity ahead of.
Taking off above door
Not leading barriers
Fallopian tubes
Fly fly fly
(с) Инта Эндлайф