крошенный хлеб - секретное окно(только тссс ета секрет) | Текст песни

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Leave me alone and set the poet free
You're only blood and bones
You look like coffin to me

Lies, that's what you're made of
Filth, that's what you're made of
Greed, that's what you're made of
And my voice is the one that you're afraid of

Lies, that's what you're made of
Filth, that's what you're made of
Greed, that's what you're made of
And my voice is the one that you're afraid of

Welcome to the end
I'll show you where I stand
If you don't wanna pretend
Be my enemy
Take my peace of mind
There is no wrong and right
When the world is blind
Come and take my place
Become your own disgrace
I know I can't save your race
And I never will
Feel my biggest fear
Before they all disappear
Why would I care when the end is near?

They tried to chase me
And exceed tried to take me
When you need me
Tried their best to prove me wrong
Now better part of me is gone

All I had before is slowly falling
Straight to nowhere
This show is over now

Why would I care when the end is near?
Tell me why would I care when the end is near?
The end is near

Leave me alone and let the poet go
You're only soil and stones
The same as centuries ago
Leave me alone and set the poet free
You're only blood and bones
You look like coffin to me

All I had before is slowly falling
Straight to nowhere
This show is over now

They tried to chase me
And exceed tried to take me
When you need me
Tried their best to prove me wrong
Now better part of me is gone

They tried to chase me
And exceed tried to take me
When you need me
Tried their best to prove me wrong
Now better part of me is gone

Welcome to the end
I'll show you where I stand
If you don't wanna pretend
Be my enemy
Take my peace of mind
There is no wrong and right
When the world is blind

Welcome to the end
I'll show you where I stand
If you don't wanna pretend
Be my enemy
Feel my biggest fear
Before they all disappear
Why would I care when the end is near?

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