Mar 04, 2009 16:31
Зараз "падсеў" на HYPOCRISY і на альбоме Virus (2005) ёсць песня, якая мне вельмі падабаецца. Прапаную Вашай увазе яе тэкст, рашучы настрой якой адпавядае майму стану.
Fearless
I don't care what you need.
I only do it to please me.
There's no excuse's from my point-of-view.
You're pulling me left and right.
I've had it up to here.
It's making me sick to see you alive.
Enough of conspiracy
'Cause you cannot win.
Like a bomb I release my anger.
I'll be peeling your skin.
I'm gonna walk away.
You wont be holding me back.
I'm not afraid of you
So just get out of my way.
I'll destroy your life
'cause you were pulling me down.
You reached the end of the road
So just get out of my way.
So just get out of my way.
Be my enemy
I'll turn your life into dust.
Take everything you've become.
Just go back where you've come from
And disappear from here.
Your life has taken a turn for the worse.
I know your kind.
I've tasted before.
You spitting out all of your lies.
I push you up against the wall.
I'm gоnna walk away.
You wont be holding me back.
I'm not afraid of you
So just get out of my way.
I'll destroy your life
'cause you were pulling me down.
You reached the end of the road
So just get out of my way.
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