We wound up here.
On the road of fear.
Expectations are never real
We came to disappear.
I feels like pain,
Washed out in the rain
Blood drops leave my hands.
My thoughts can beat my brain.
Run away,
Run away
Go to hell!
I lost my way.
I need to break away.
I must take the blame.
I’m so sick of these games.
Run away
Run away.
Go to hell.
Run away. Go to hell - Убегай. Иди к чёрту
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