Lyrics D stunt Ventriloquist - Лирика подвалов кладбищ и моргов

Every autopsy ruthlessly
The main thing is to separate the head from the body,
From the negative, even with the self-righteous
At this moment only dark shade is precious.
Poetry of suicides and graves
About love and death of patients from mental hospitals
The cries of the martyrs, God help us
Will save later or make it worse

Reflection in a puddle no one needs you small
Go away so early, blown away by the winds
It makes no sense to seek you the mana of heaven little by little among those who simply love mourning
Welcome to the infirmary at dawn
And here one more flies away on a stretcher
His potion in the boiler warming up in the caustic hall
Any maniac and rapist will dissolve
Crying girls sell flesh for stage
And somewhere in the room the fire of quarrel is kindled
According to these plots you can remove the horror bestseller
How with bread and salt meet a lady with a scythe
Among the living and the dead, the faces of the erased only a corpse sack undone
Vandalam that life is given wait goes to the ram
Wooden box two and a half

We are the embodiment of pain and evil
Through bits and rhymes there is little
This is all so that you know this lyrics of the basements of cemeteries and morgues