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WOW! open your soul, maybe lose control inside of this Phenomenon

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

WOW! open your soul, maybe lose control inside of this Phenomenon

Awaken!

WOW! open your soul, maybe lose control inside of this Phenomenon

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

Kill the mutant

Burn the heretic

Purge the unclean

"Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless lives. But remember, as my plastic surgeon always said: if you gotta go, go with a smile."

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

WOW! open your soul, maybe lose control inside of this Phenomenon

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard to die for his.

Faith rarelly calls up on us in the moment of our choosing!

Too stupid for jazz, too smart for Rock'n'roll.

WOW! open your soul, maybe lose control inside of this Phenomenon