- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- Lunatic Asylum
- Студия
- DIY
- Текст
- HALF-DEAD
You're standing in front
You're confronting me
I look in yor eyes
Whan an anger I see
I know you that you hate me
And I hate you even more
Now I feel the feelengs
That I never felt before
The tension is raising
We are ready to start
to turn on figthning machine
and war-burning art
The blood starts to boil
the fists are of lead
We're both going figting
We're both going mad
In a wink of an eye
You hit me and I
Go really down
And preparing to die
I try to evade
From your terrible strikes
That make me feel
Im lying on spikes
My Vitals are falling
I'm going to death
The next time you hit me
You cut all my breath
I feel no more pain
and no more regred
I cry with the blood
and I am half-dead
Now your job done
And you turning around
You re walking away
And leave me dying on ground
But just at this moment
I realize
That I am alive
And begin to rise
I take a look around
and whad do i see?
a stone on the gound
Nothing better it could be
As silent as mouse
I sail to your back
and give you a strike
a bit above neck
you become as a puppet
and fall to the ground
I hear a deaf impact
and a skull cracking sound
You made a mistake
you left me HALF-dead
but it's no matter for you
You're now dead