Текст песни Gloves Off - 5. Грань

Do you think you
You always decide for yourself.
You put the winds
Your sails.

Squeeze the steering wheel
You lead to other places.
On my boat
You are one captain.

But life has its own
A special plan.
She will arrange
All in their places.

Will hit your ship
To shores like this
What a surprise
And there will be a trap.

Edge!
the last line!
Or accept
Or rise up!

Edge!
The last line!
Or make up your mind
Or leave me alone!

And now with fate
You are at daggers
And all the trump cards
In her arms.

In your soul is thick
Deep fear.
But there is no choice -
It's time to take a step!