Тексты песен DEPRESSIVE AGE

In the synthetic clink flows Retron the moon milk drink Metamorphosis turns ravishing Liquid waves quard the bowl A star leads the Retron soul Cairo has focused countdown to 0 Airport please come 6

por qu sers tan cruel? nunca hubo una droga peor qu infeierno te posee? la aparencia no es sincera. No. merezco qu arda el corazon? quin fu el qu decidi ir ms all de lo permitido? y no sabemos ni nu

I walk through the buildings of the capital hills, Walk through the sightseeing floor, the escalator was filled with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall which spot the label signs on, on

Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing Chemistry has boiled her strings She said: "Built your hut on my wing" Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall from a bridge with suicide toll Now I try

We're the loosers, We see you're disdain We're the tools for our own coloured fate No one really knows our place Justice, give us your grace! Show your face! But the war slaves of the lords drive us f

Liquid A to A Geymour K Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to: New machine wisdom A cocaine spirit sys

In the icey village, where the rumours whisper through the easter morning song stands the biggest cradle in the laser chapel for the birth of "Wasp the Kong" Chill fills the aquarium'

ello my sailor! I am married now and I white you from Lyon, I drink no more, I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since you've been gone. My husband says he'll bring h

World war archives fill the offices of the cold war parties to research the psycho base in the influence and cause they need free young slaves Teenage temples spread their wings fly to young men

I see the hinding places in the laundry yard and a sunny day to play We were the key kids in the T-block city part but where are they today? I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods but '

I've digged my dices in the corney of these street stones Now they shoot along the drain ground lights They join a gamble with the ground water to win the wipping willow tears where gold sparks