I will measure
The distance to lights
By thousand seconds
And my steps directed away to another coast
I am guilty enough to turn back
But I prefer to go to the bottom,
Bottom...
Bottom...
Ready to sold my past.
Ready to leave my memory.
Ready to sold my past.
Memory...
With all It's dirt and all It's diamonds
That diamonds are my demons
That diamonds in my chest must be outcast
And only light from the lighthouse
On another side of ocean
Eternity
I've sacrificed
10 thousands cigarettes
Eleven lifes
And soul sold out
I can not live without disaster

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