Текст песни Overlife - 9 - Пройденный путь

For steel doors nary freedom
For someone's soul wait for a verdict
Bristled wet shine electrodes
Last throne of the kingdom of fate

And someone hard to answer all the sins
Chase, hiding in the corners of the subconscious
Noisy breathing, wanders on the heels
Tossing bitchiness deaf groans

Shadow behind throws pangs
Playing in the silences and hits the alarm
He pulls himself, in the darkness of the corridors
And making a blind throw to hell

Correct to life flashed scenes
Find and save yourself
If not, it will be theater
With the triumph of the desert scene

Where time reeling drunk youth
Where the wisdom comes to those who are tired
Where little joy and a lot of grief
Where everyone under the sun looking for a place ...

Even so, let someone nearby, grinning, does not believe
What darkness behind them and will
The last argument is not dissuade
You're not their Savior and bitter crazy.