Fake Blood Capsules - Мои Ракеты Вверх

No face no place no chase outside

I feel like allready dead

Bad feeling not gives up a crowntin crown again

Your everlong zoo blade family cone

A Ben for evil moon

Grape me down, identify a criminal foe

Oh no be shure

I’m waiting under moon pailing

For that tool ranging

Underground is perfect for that sound

Evil rat goes on the Santas house

Little mother helpers on a run Figure me up for a gape

Allways be shut

Only never was out

No face no chase no place but us I feel like allready drown

Hake me alone drake beat a comealone crime again

I feel like pretty Ramone

Get me alive to beat me of the gain.

It’s alive

It’s ok Hanging on it arround again