Everything is away, I can't see the future.
I'm feeling blood.
Destruction of myself is what I'm shouting.
I didn't do it – you did it!
You don't have the privilege to destroy my live,
to destroy my world.
I won't (will not) threaten you myself, but you will see scars on me.
The life on the edge, immortal emptiness.
There will be more of us. There won't be any space
for souls and faces without scars.
And then – there will be nothing left.
Cards will be given out – everything, without one thing,
will be destroyed from you.
There is only a human left – the thing,
we are going to destroy.