In wires of the fence now they're restoring the power We're crawling on the line, we'll get there in an hour Our final days We cannot find a way
The writings on the walls are hidden in their bunkers 8 of us were there, not older than 19 We've got something you don't know
If the God is up then he's looking down While we're digging the holes in the ground
We're climbing on the statues They don't fit us at all So we're falling down On the concrete floor
World that you see What can you do? It's all in the plan for me and you The plot was made for me and you
Moon on the day sky looks like an aureole You just have to stand in the place you belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
