13 марта 2007, 13:16
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#1 (ПС)
|  NomeN - На английском проба You woke up in a couple of bottles hidden in hustle
The brain was droppen in darken powerful weakness of Nothing
That overlasted some seconds of summoning several signs
Symbolling Sun, it's light, the Flight, free of vices, lighting the night
People in white try to protect(not, that are having clever wet
Pretending to build up the wrecked, so-called, "bowling ball on the neck")
But those, who bein' one of the same, cocietiedly differ by name
But all together, weatherly bein' called Brothers, enter the Game
Begin to play, are played, pay nothing - they're relayed, prove their ability,
Facility to give to all as soul, up all from hole..
These cuts of time lasted the years, you stood upstairs
People in white came executors, tutores you to learn the rules
Of mute rebootance, how to shut and loop the sphere
Never to be opened again to men of Sun, to Suns o men
To feel enabled cruel fun, blooming with woolen coolen None
Connecting LAN instead of eyes with outter world, hard drive - of brains
Finding the sence in chance in looking through the lense on dancing fence
Made by mad demons, famous lemons (as it's in fruits - accidous venoms),
Who came on top, dropping the knobs off tree of Life -
Cut them with knife, by one time five(some of them dive, some fall up dead)
Borning the Dread..
Next day your chest was resting as the eagle's nest of straw [not claw]
People ignored phenomenon, disposed the set of bones & meat,
Ment to be body deep indeed, but mentioned to be drunk and mentally bleed..
Before get drunk, think of gettin' a trunk from beer, in which you'll sunk. | 
