Текст песни 7th Seven Street - Спуск

I
Look at his hands,
How many holes therein, MDMA.
In a head trip, psyche and fear
And in the morning again, thinking the war.
Chorus:
I promise this is the last time,
But it seems to me that is not to turn back.
My heart sighs every time
There is no pain. It's like anesthesia - Overdose.
II
How in the veins of your false thoughts and dreams,
On my sleeve again dose under his breath.
Do not heal me my weakness and pain,
Better to take a die, and then fly away.
Chorus:
I forgive you for the last time,
The path is always just turn your back.
Your heart zadyshit life each time
The pain will come. And it will be your friend anesthesia - Overdose.