[ Featuring Artem Panfilov ]
I pray for better days,
Because I feel terrible,
Caught in a storm,
And that seems unbearable,
I've been down, and out,
Feeling lost, and 'lone,
Facing that demons:
That's conquer or gone
Gotta move fast,
I'm locked-in & loaded,
These shadows are lurkin',
I'm breaking out of the shallows,
Caught in a storm,
Seems like a parable,
Turn my pain into power,
Even though that's ain't no comparable...
No room for weakness,
So watch out, I move,
Got some burners in my coupe,
Prove
No room for weakness,
So watch out, I move,
Got some burners in my coupe,
Prove
No room for weakness,
So watch out, I move,
Got some burners in my coupe,
Prove...