Semih
The last words of the evolution
My flesh and bones, the scars of that shot
The bright of future
Do I even get a chance
To find the source, to find the reason
Of this prison in my
Head
Up my lisps, their beaches luônе
But for me,
now we stand
In grave of night
Beating in 45maz
Eye to eye
foreign
Oh
But the face kept asking me
But the face kept asking me
But the face kept asking
I wanna know, I don't want to fake it
And here it comes, it was done last winter
You're looking wise,
but today you're playing dead
It's good enough, now he talks into the bush
