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3 Months
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We've thought there's enough time left
But I'm not sure about it lately, maybe
His name's Death, and I've been thinking
Figured out the way getting along with him
But I was dead wrong
Now I just don't wanna see his face
Can't stand waiting for his answer
Things are getting clear, but still twisted
He's running after me
Trying to tumble me down
It's a too racial feeling
[Chorus]
Who knows it's awaking or beginning of the end?
Maybe it's gonna be end with just an empty threat
Whatever will come, I have to estimate
The value of my life within 3 months
And I'm wandering at the middle of nowhere
If I could make believe myself that
The end is where I begin
I'm not here for their entertainment
Why do I have to be treated like a criminal?
Do they want me crucified and then burned?
They can scare me to death easily for sure
Those strangers to judge
Script was suddenly modified somehow
Just same as they wanted it to be
No more truth or comfort, just a bad ending
How's it going to be?
Saying very last good-byes
It's a too racial feeling
[Chorus]
The only truth is that I don't want to give up on my life
Even though paranoia reminds me
That there is no place truly safe
I would like to stay here with you
[Chorus]
The end is where begin
The end is where begin
The end is where begin
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