Gash - Мои Ракеты Вверх

your majesty

nitrophilosophy

aim on you

blood is so clean

guilt is guilt

but now

i’m nervous as a child

gravity

is tugging your body down

moisty eyes

are tuning to pale

you wanted self respect

but low and lower you get

concausion in the bone brain

gash in spiracle

there is nothing in your mines and

nothing in your bombs

I will burn

is that for getting light?

is that for getting freedom?

nothing for that type

react so pretty

dive self pitty

i can’t stand your road man

grind my finger it’s ok shape shape shape shape shape shape shape shape

reaction in the kitchen

act (guess) to get the light

we hope to get this need for

hope to get this time

I will burn

is that for getting light?

is that for getting freedom?

nothing for that type