| Got to the core of the maiden, now I'm going to rage furiously | 
| At night on the party the wheel in the toilet is a game | 
| The fruit of the ban and it all starts right there | 
| You let him near you, but not into your soul, because it’s not like that | 
| How many conclusions will hurt, eyes that don't know you | 
| And again an asshole will come to replace, not a nice guy | 
| The compass is shot down, from these understandings here | 
| Only "I want you" is the truth of my thoughts | 
| Today we are without feelings, fix it in the register | 
| Our bodies on the sheet, (hey) flourish with a brush | 
| In my hands, I'll show you how not to turn sour | 
| Filling the gaps with promises forever | 
| You lose your voice, and then your place | 
| Packing my bags, you definitely won't sleep | 
| To the bedchamber, right before leaving | 
| She asks to roughly strangle her with your hand | 
| There are no stars in this city | 
| There is a stupor in the eyes, enough bruises already | 
| I will warm you with candles and wax | 
| Your taste lips, blackberry caramel | 
| Garden of Eden, applauding the dead | 
| Just right to bury yourself in a tangled corridor | 
| Without asking for a share of Murphy's Law | 
| I don't know how to lie, I just fuck hard | 
| When I say on the topic that "it's not about you" | 
| I don't know how to lie, the path of my life is in the balance | 
| Was. | 
| Until I noticed you, it didn't matter who you were with | 
| She dreams of a white dress in a dream | 
| At least in reality, it will only require sex | 
| I can take it with a smile on the map | 
| But I will silently control the process | 
| Tick tick, oh | 
| Pouring bloody wine into glasses | 
| Where's the ding dong | 
| The walls have absorbed all the pleading words | 
| Behind the trouble | 
| Succubus confidently pulls to the bottom | 
| How many stages | 
| We have accepted. | 
| To monitor | 
| take your eyes off | 
| How many tons were lost | 
| Esoterics in moderation, yes in the corridor | 
| She downloaded the same crack | 
| The turn passes and you are a player | 
| In the meantime playing a part | 
| Don't provoke contact | 
| Medusa emerges from the shores | 
| Doctor sleep will stop her | 
| And who is the main enemy? | 
| Idyll at home in defiance | 
| Remains only in your dreams | 
| Nobody gave you a word | 
| Let's bet who's dominant here | 
| If it's not a cake, then it doesn't matter | 
| Denomination does not decide matters | 
| When the beat turns the head to the beat | 
| Muted muse your lace | 
| I mutate sensibly, the bastard does not get enough | 
| If the look here even devoured you | 
| You are like the food of the gods | 
| Leftovers from the Holy Stable | 
| Pray and it will pass | 
| And everything will be knee-deep | 
| Love will hide swelling | 
| Faith withered in a symptom | 
| Revealed at the same time | 
| What hates and waits |