Слушать бесплатно Rules

Yes, so the message goes Like an insect in its death-throes A magic-carpet-ride to hell Then back to here with time to tell A metal-scar on every face We walk to a forbidden place Where dirty water cleans the soul We pour into another hole Under a concrete-sky Barricades begin to rise Sun and stars begin to fall A sonic-boom condemns us all Decapitated soldiers fight And ministers control the light In leaking gas we bathe our flesh And in the air we fight for breath Here comes a secret delivery All aboard the reason why