Текст песни P.F.D. - Смерть в яме

Ambition is the mud when the idea idle,
When forced to flee without showing his strength.
Impose a manner rotten languages
Associated palm bags on their heads.

Our weakness is limited to words,
Our weakness is death in the pit.
Your life imposed on dogs,
Your weakness is death in the pit.

Nope ideals within me vices.
Animal instincts are taking place.
And just like you I did legs
And like you, I know how to love.

All the riches of melting ice,
On the scales are not easily folded.
Without prejudice to the pit flight
When the other side of your life.
Chorus
Do not have the strength to wave fists,
Your life - a death in the pit.
Enough to choke rotten words
Your life - a death in the pit.

Our weakness is limited to words,
Our weakness is death in the pit.
Your life imposed on dogs,
Your weakness is death in the pit.