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Los brings us to the ground, every day is hidden in us
A ray of hope was extinguished and will burn time
Inexorably leaves its mark on us,
Root of evil once again looking for his mouth somewhere
The sheer volume of content is to educate chujstwa
Lead the way, and errors in human doings
Is this way the path leads to self-fulfillment,
Which way to go and if it is not the road to perdition
This is how to find the meaning and essence of his being,
Still searching for the yet unclimbed peaks
And if you build a really first destroy
Fighting for truth, not knowing why she had to serve
Lose yourself in it, or give up without a fight,
Use every weapon in building your own ark
Enlighten torch light tunnel section only
And everything, and so it may be a mistake

Looking each other in the bush, the signs in the sky,
The sheet of paper, covered with asphalt in the soil
I find fewer answers than questions
The truth hidden in the shadow of reality as titanium

In order not to lose dignity, look in the mirror
Without fear, walking through life towards normalcy and happiness
I help him when the opportunity appears
Man is just a pawn in the game, the city board
Contrary to what they say the devil is in the fine nuances
Although easily deny it lies back
A real handful, someone suddenly stopped
Do you understand that point of view it is a relative term
Tempted him a penny, said the fate of "the road not the way"
Often kick out of life is sometimes priceless
You can take the lead, once again knowing what's important
The world is full of hypocrisy, but it is somewhere in your truth,
But it makes sense somewhere every next sun east
A quarrel around in the dirt and approvals
This is what feeds the people is often a nail in the coffin
Do you receive our end so pompously announced?

Looking each other in the bush, the signs in the sky,
The sheet of paper, covered with asphalt in the soil
I find fewer answers than questions
The truth hidden in the shadow of reality as titanium

Looking each other in the bush, this clean sheet
You know, still fighting, ink stains fingers again
Although sow confusion, those who are in the midst of weak
Among people envy reigns
It is easy to choke in this game his own ego
Not for us the sky is not always swim with the tide towards the edge
Common sense ambition obscures
Is there something wrong with that, it is in this mission, fuck you to where I got his marina
I am not new to play, always in harmony with the truth
You say "he deserved", I say "deserved a long time ago"
Survived swamp, which I do not wish anyone
The spiel is not pouring out of blunt tone
I yell into the microphone, I'm not a prophet
In fact, as titanium gray razors do not grab, move on
Not tonne, you want to have?, I'll be the same elevated, which was previously
And you get the check it ...

Looking each other in the bush, the signs in the sky,
The sheet of paper, covered with asphalt in the soil
I find fewer answers than questions
The truth hidden in the shadow of reality as titanium

Looking to find himself somewhere in the truth ...