"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out." They come to feast on purist man They come to feast on mortal tan Filling their bodies with disease Swollen still like killer bees For that lack from their prize They fucked their children, staring eyes
The Watcher / The Guess Who
Закружится по комнате мотив... / Ефим Ташлицкий
Мы выбираем дороги / Евгений Банников
Born With Nothing, Die With Everything / Papa Roach
I Got Away / Flying Tigers
Решение / Наталия Бутенко
You And Yours / O.C.
Salamandra / Root
Main Dans La Main / Fau Raymond
Let Me Be The Salt in Your Wound / Seth
Моя подзорная дыра... / Игорь Бяльский