ПСИХОПСИНА - Смурфики - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

They are flattened by internal compression, the severity of Satan. The spinal cord flies out of a crumpled spine, the teeth are lying in snow from gray aging gums. Cuties of silver wool appear through bare muscles, the roots of the follicle grow in the bone marrow. Suffering pours flows, the karmic liturgy sounds the opposite, I am chained to the etheric scourge? (A chair) of cactus pain, while the rebellious cover tears off my body and jumps into the forest distance, the fruit of crooked appendages; AutoMimimesis of a barbaric dynasty shuffling in paganism