Riot Angels - Recipient...(one of) | Текст песни

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Our life is not free, I have to die for the society to get my own reality.
Present type of hold for me - it is blood above blade steel.

The light of their wings, burned my mind. And the cold of wisdom don't comes to now.
I will grateful for steel, if you give it me into my body.
WITHOUT TEARS!

Our life is hard for us, we should pass behind your eyes.
My brain how clear glass. We should, we should, we should fast, because we are last.

The light of their face, burned my soul. And the call of grace not found us all.
I will grateful for train to the heaven, or fall of ball.

The dangerous light replaced to darkness. And my bad side has good luck.
I've grateful for you, for your forgiveness,
BUT I'm ONE OF TRACKS.

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