Whereever you go, whatever you do, These eyes are watching you. No time for sleep, no wish to eat, They can't wait killing you. And when it's near, you've got the fear. It has come true. You can scream, you can shout - Noone will hear you.
Oh, yeah! It's an unlucky situation. The disaster has come And reached its final destination.
And you are followed to be swallowed. Welcome to this devil's meal. Nothing will be returned that has been borrowed, It's such an unfair deal. The future is nothing, the past goes to ashes, The present turns into dust. And so it crushes and then it smashes, And covers with mould and rust.
And you're down, and you're scared. Nobody helps, nodoby cares. It seems to be fucking unfair, But nothing can be changed. ______________________
Lyrics by Grisha Kozlovskiy (http://vk.com/id4620619)