Standing before the face of death Cannot admit That (more then everything else) You afraid of it
And later what ever you think and tell, This moment you (almostly) Possessed by (instincts) and fear
[Bridge:] So pity, that only few people are intractable To they destiny and gods will However "Reaper" always find people All lives are cutting by scythe
With whom it isn't happened to stay beyond the choice Where'll play egoism, cowardice, pity or love, Honour and dignity, pride and vanity Choice in your hands: would the blood shed?
How much pure lies, excuses and exaggerations I heared last time... and why? But, I belived you near enough
[Chorus:] Try to find deserving exit You must decide what can you proclaim
Today I've said it all to you All that I wished I'm gonna do!
(That was an exit of my thoughts and (considerations) I hope that something from It all Will puzzle you, (at least, for a minute))
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