Singer: St1m

I am a lone wolf out there my pack.
There's no one there but everything is read in a grin.
This sentence and the strong will crush the weak,
Declaring it.

Green light waiting for optimists and colorblind.
In our time, you're dead, if you're sincere for a bit.
Your inner world will appreciate only a pathologist
You're without insurance again running on a thin rope.

I'd rather die a hero than die without a purpose.

Time has taught him to trust no one but yourself.
It is better to be paranoid than with a knife in the back.
Too many bitches tries to go for his brother.
Although the fate of the already on the meanness of the rich.

I'm not expecting gifts of fate,
And is there a destiny then?
But I'm for love - under the tanks!
Accept, and miracles don't!

The sky the color of lead.
We have only to wait until dawn.
A glimmer of hope, which rarely flickered -
This is the big win.

The color of the sky faded ashes.
Every moment could be your last.
Cold, though still thick,
We must not reward the post-mortem.
If only to hug your favorite
Under cloudless blue surface.
For them through the fire, avalanche -
While alive, while strength enough.

And I was once again running from yourself - you lose.

One that will always be with me;
Hand in hand and to back back.
And even if against the whole world.
With her I am invincible, and take any fight.

You're my fifth element; Earth, fire, water, wind.
You're woven into my destiny, you are the one.

The body is to the doctors, the doctors are slowly to death.
Healthy, whole, wrapped in a black plastic bag.
Death leads to a tunnel that shines or does not Shine -
Depends which of the Gods you choose to believe.
Faith leads to the Church, the Church is the body.
Case sewing thread white and put not for the first time.
Paunchy crosses only sit on Gaelic,
And will a screen to sell me about forgiveness.
Violence makes money, I worked on the telly.
Money lead to freedom those who have brains.
Brain harm, if there is no purpose!
And one goal - not to depend on this chain!

If they catch me at the exit,
Do I regret it and repent it?
I answer: "Funny, I drew!"
And touch the stars to celebrate.

It is not in applause, and the sincerity of their motive.

When the smoke clears and the screams subside,
It will become clear who were born to become great.