16 - asds | Текст песни

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We have a great taste, all miserables are wasted.
But which devil make us trip on same places?
What about the choice of your own?
We were burn not to fall - to grow.
Creepy Gray Cardinale, what are you made off?
Better steel, than clay.
Get out the darkness inside your soul.
Carry out and stay away.
Easily blow up, than build up.
To build well you need bravery.
If you cath up on the high grade then you will be fine.
Burn the trash in flame and fly.

Get higher, and higher, and higher, and higher and high. x4

A world that is within us not to discribe in a nutshell.
Each pools the rope to himself, forget about honor, dighnity and his well-being.
Thus rots their inner-world.
Slave of the maker.
Ego of who is considered to fallen - rottin'.
It belongs to traitor.
But we ought to remember the main thing - untially, everything is good, in turn evil generated.