Текст песни
The seeds of doubt grow easily
Drilling your brain deep inside
Throw out profit and luxury.
When the time’s come you’ll know
Strength of a sin is its weakness.
And only memory’s left.
The stairway to heaven
Lying through nerves to the sky.
It’s painful to lose something you had.
You cover this poverty
As if making ones chewing the sand
Washing it down with their sweat.
Slaves are not allowed to have more
Than money for food. Working hard and
Having no time even for breath
Drunk people are easier to be manage.
Satisfaction is their reality.
You're not supposed to think more than you should.
So painful to own something you’d lost.
Hope! We can’t do what’s beyond our abilities.
Take my soul,
Steal my mind.
That’s all you can do
I stay.
No games again.
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