РИНАТ ШМИДТ

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Drowning deep in my sea of loathes Broken at your servant's eye Yeah, we didn't get to face It feels like the mess of my human side It's slowly changing Will you give it to me? Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes My reality, it changes Oh, there is no turning back now You've woken up the demons In me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness