In a land that cannot be written from the love The Lie of Gods Promise Lies of Paradise where killing the voice has nothing to do with the law Released hair but cowardly We have all our lives What was our crime What was the stars of the star What was the result of our lives?
where the wall is killing Everything is hidden The red tulip under the soil Drowning the regret When the mass of lover was the last of the stories, but not me
What was the generation of the starless generation What was the result of our life? We all live but did not say what was our crime What was the generation of stars What was our life?
Where its Tukokh has a fine I have a fine I dont want to recover This key is where its tico has a fine Every look where in every book Sin Scream I am tired I dont want to be a promised paradise Return this key What was it?
