When I played in a children's metal group, I did not pay special attention to the vocalist, well, he cries there, whispers, cries, and what not to disassemble. And then I looked at the text and I fell into the precipitation, one thing was called “hemorrhoidal suicide,” such as because of hemorrhoids, the pedicure couldn’t trachazzo and hanged on the rectum from sorrow. There were still such highly artistic lines "anal jade from his ass got"... fucking, comrades!