All that you are

Without one it's zero
You multiplied your own self
As you became popular
Twins are rushing for the caviar
Demon's spins rouhlette
He or she loud or silent
Weather hot or cold
Severe dignity for her she
Belongs to a higher class
His enchelon of artists are generic
I'm going to bomb them
Why not for some nostalgia
Do you think they are sex predators
Rubbish sells more
Like crunched paper
Old hair clips
Away for some time
Absent seizure
Have the birthday cake
All the cake to myself
The protection company
Dr dice has big guns
We're did you fall
In my sleep
Goodnight