Spinner - Way Out | Текст песни

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There’s a beast in me
That is shouting weavers
Claiming sins of man
In offensive fever

Who will raise it up?
Let others pointing at me
Who will shut the door?
And who will cross the distance?

Rivers of the hate
They’ll become an ocean
But how far we’re gonna get
By this infinite motion

Let it turn us down
... spinning fear
Let it sweep us off
... breaking breathe