Kalashnikov on my shoulder shoots my nerves I want to retrieve this story In front of a person of Adam Dance with my rhythm My death and celebration All this song is a song On the shadow On this hand without venom I am dying of my death In the traffic of my wounds stick to the night ceiling My bodybuilding band Stay stairs to the bottom of the alley The bad memories of the ritual I got I brought in the forest As I wanted people to In the woods only a law Anyone who lives alive In the woods only a law Anyone who survives In the woods only a law Anyone who live Shot my nerves Another stories of retribution In front of so many people I am anxious like an expressed complex I am passing by the street I wrap the wall I am curved in my song
