There is only empty heart
I know, your work is hard,
What will happen tomorrow?
It isn’t your sorrow.

Soft seat in your car,
Your mission so far,
You must accomplish the order,
You have to realize the murder.

You are riding through the night,
In the end only miraculous light.
Who gave you these wings?
You must care about these things.

There is only empty soul,
This isn’t your fall.
You must to be strong,
And your work isn’t wrong.

You should to forget how to cry
I know you can, so try.
You will not death today,
It isn’t your way.

Now you can not hide,
They’ll get you from deep inside
So, can you get a gun?
And run, run, run!

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