Текст песни ArTVaN - Что такого

My life Extralegal
What is so well such
Chain if I chained
What is so well such
I repeated over again
What is so well such
I can not vouch call of a stranger
What is so well such
Life is an illusion in the light of all run together on a common screeching we
Year to the top of the second climb down but need to quickly
While there are forces run away if you try not to give up weak
Soon finish everything Gais all as calorie weight
Each color is characteristic of them, he paints through veins
We ask God to help cool the aid of what people will be able to color the way
Putting power can let us remove the burden and the rubber that prevented summer winter so to speak, we overturn
Load off the shoulders of our brave no seniors among the important of the order is important, even every one who stirs up Lajoux
Rewind time to change a mistake but I think it is too
The world will decide himself to blame surplus and we do not need is the shortness of breath
Paused enough for you I have grown well enough moms
Stop and finally throw the trash that is scattered here and there
I'm not the man I used my overflowing bowl of falsehood
And change already does know so know that's a fact
CHORUS
The prize I take few chances but fetch fetch
Artifacts from Pripyat you will find their way to the floor
Listen Man I is not a metal fan but little anger
I dokanali I should die a very early wake up until all the wounds
What I have done with fists and hands gave me a mega swollen bruises on the body that are bothering me and I know what you tell me is actually
Listen to the old man I see you less often freak you instantly on skewers
I'll wear on your neck trophy tusk and sound my victorious roar
Sound Bank Bank to charge I do not need powerbank
All generation kneeling praying and asking blessings
Cross ruin you in the grave lie in a coffin decomposed with rot
Serves you right behind the back because everything is allowed and you do not know how much blood has been shed
Yes I am young but this is my town for his mountain, he is dear to me
Gone are the way we are quite a long wandered through the streets as if the wolves
We do not know what loneliness but beheaded his prophecy
To survive to twist fidget as if you were the last Artis