Katabazija

How did it all begin? Why Katabazi? There is no beginning. We can begin by talking about the simplest stroke, the pulsating bass of a self-conscious, circular, untroubled, fire-breathing fire. Speaking of closed lips, loving the odor of the lids and belly bones, because such beline in nature does not exist. Relics, washed worms give a nice belly. Immortal painting. No defeat has no meaning. Going down is plausible. The door keeper who is afraid of death. https://soundcloud.com/katabazija