Loss-Interlude - Sold.

So pretty

What a fuck, Too much ash, brother

What?

Ok

Genzbourg or Tiller

Classic or bass-theater

Rain filter on a brown tired eyes

Sorrow paradise, yes

Sentimental science

I’m in love in your cries

God, time flies

Simpler.

Mon Soutien was right

Untie the mind

And try, boy, try it

Entire world round you

Through time

I’m waiting

I know, today there will

Be low-frequency sky

And this is sort of kiss

Mix of rave and roses

Please forget your tears

Or drink like poison

Is it dusk or eyes

Zweig or Camus

It’s time to raise the price

Oh, we sold all

We sold all

We sold any faith

We sold all

More than all

But not kissin rain

Flawless last rain

Boy, you can afraid

Cute ladies say

This guy is insane

Perfect Win

Death level

First-class

Lonely chess success

Enticing fiery mess

Come, girl, I will show you a new dimension

Let’s walk through the depths of our reflection

Where we are

No difference, too far