Сonsequences of love. Part 4. Your breasts are per

Сигалов Александр
your breasts are perfumed
your body smells
is someone touching you?
nobody can tell
living in frustration
no easy luck
strange combination
a heavy fuck
simple rythms
they drive it good
where is my fortune?
should i or would?
forgotten sensations
jump into head
nothing is senseless
but senses are dead
black blink board
is now my life
nock out blow
no one can survive
where once was a garden
now empty grave

hello reality!
hello my fate!
i recognize you
you greeted me nice
it's no mistake
i payed the price
soulless people
decomoposed flesh
i'm fucking sick of it
i'm saying - enough!
consequences of love.

2003