Слова:
Liquido The Opera

in the womb so be aware and take your bow and know where you belong You`ll be leaving your old friends as you`re heading for the opera- audience material

developed in the womb so be aware and take your bow and know where you belong You`ll be leaving your old friends as you`re heading for the opera- audience

hold black fears We your last thing, constently handstick Ain't no reign in us, cinnamon tux', sippin' brew and cuts M.M.O. click, we spit liquids, what