Basnicky.sk

A bloody place
The hate is warm
Nothing’s happening
It’s like thorn
The silence’s scarring
Quiet before a storm

I'm afraid
Something is wrong
The sun is dark
A suspense’s too strong
Im afraid to face the truth
It’s taking very long

Already start
Cruel fight
Jungle law
Is master to this night
Come on a man
You must pass on second side

As a toy in someone's hands
In they hands you’re a slave
Drugs did steal your liberty
God doesn’t help too late pray
So start the fight of life
By the fight you can be saved