Текст песни Seven - Оплот

I threw out of my head
root of all evil
and my stronghold of 4 walls
scattered like smoke
if the jack
drag up just enough forces
Make a wrong move
your destiny elevator
He fell in the gutter

this is already fed up
but I'm still the same son
that every day
learn to see the world
eyes blackened in temples
You're jamming until viskar
sheet and ink for me
stand on the scales

eyes filled with fatigue
and as a child
asked me to get the lens
I do not see the mirrors
but the pain
a shroud
razvevaema not smoke
and my flesh have long
built its algorithm

my apartment Studded
second day tormented by hunger
hoarsely
do something new
you are looking for how to blacken me
in my place I would have plucked off the hair

killed grief
and I am one of the crowd
He considered himself a hero
I ruined life
shared morality on roles
and disharmony me
with tones to the octave
Life has cut in parts

but there is no honor to you
Who would ultimately did not become
from his knees to his feet, and the distance
feet in the blood but not in the temple
and pieces of gravel stuck in the bones
I painted the floor life
you understand it only now

many sacrificed
and all staked
three years I
I am waiting for my arrows in the square zero
every morning in suspense
barely enough forces
keep your light in the darkness
because I'm the last diode

I'm not sorry about anything
remember this
I experienced-a stronghold
my roots
hyperbole like an ant
folding mountain
sting like a wasp
eternal-Manticore