Medium - Spodziewam się końca świata

The hardest part of the road
From here to the end of the world


I will admit
My eternal rival is a friendship
The biggest enemy won love
I will admit
I have a son, I lost father, woman, brother
Of everyone suddenly
Am I supposed to be happy?
I am coming back
I hate world
According to principles
I gave my heart, returned them in the envelope
I am missing
At the source then again drought, uninhabited building, quarrel
Rust and poisoned pride scoffed takings down
The cruel king dragged chains at feet
At one time he ruled here, but money swept him off their feet
And the poor man and his fluke, glued himself in into the crowd
The black file and the club, the family and the triumph
February then again warm, shoes tore from the poverty
The grandmother still is treated, a life is a capital punishment
Appetite on credit which will plunge as Merlin
I have Egypt in blood, murderous confusion
Breathe


I remember everything as if through a haze, but I remember
A mind is a non-degradable screen, is coding photographs
Starting from today, for me everything is one
From everywhere new creed, erotic review of methods
I am intoxicated with the terminus as secret as the embryo
I will choose one and I will be hanged above the Mother Earth
Vultures will tear my body, will scoff down
Tears will wash blood with pain and the agony
I am coming back, I signed a treaty in order to fight the devil
I am entering, for the last time this way I had to come back
I wanted to come back, to return the debt of good persons
I am afraid of a spear of the Christ, I am afraid of an emptiness
I am sorry, already I won't give you such happiness
My life cracked as the beam, at the peak I am kneeling down
I will tell you the fairy tale to the sleep, you have a good mother
I fell down, and you be as great as Alexander


I am saying here, I am saying here, I am saying give me
Give the cause in order to stay here in the process
Above the chasm of the intelligence
The meaning is ending
And is starting the sequence of the sentence
We are great, when we are sure about the version
World is only a training, on the bullet formed of the earth
Of street relic which anger lies deep inside on of pupils
A Phoenix is a whim faithful in order to understand the goblet
They think that it is a matter of a few seconds
And it is a problem of a dozen or so years or centuries
Only what remains for us
It to agree to what God is giving to us
Because what are you calling the paradise?
I know my value, one's potential
I am objective, I love, I am not lacking the heart
I know, what it is a work, I am following my principles
A power is destroying us, shared truth
I am expecting the end of the world


And the death is only uniting us and is putting us equally
And the purpose is making us different and the time is dragging on
And the death is only coming after us punctually
Take me from here, take (x2)