This is the path at the bottom, I fall under the gun
Disappearing in the darkness
Only miraculously survived
This is the path at the bottom, I fall under the gun
The spotlight in the distance
I flew in equally to everyone, how?
Then a stealth-style lunge, my exit under anti-stress
Struck there and somewhere here, six, six, six senses psychic
Struck like a native clock, 20, 20 stood at the top
Twenty-first stood behind me, I with feeling, sensibly, without a smile
(This is) The path from the bottom
Intend to swim, not tired
How thick the blood is
I gave, but I will take back
Zero to a hundred
Intend to swim, not tired
Like water in a swamp
I gave, then I will take in full
The long way will not be difficult
Lie, I dove into opportunity
Weakness covers with trembling
Dear to me, but so godless fame
I pass, pirouette, turns on the highway
I cut off, I sense the fake, brought the truth to the display
Go past, devourer
Hands off, my imitator
To hell with those who on the run
The cause of truth will not lose
Hands off, otherwise it will set you back
Step, I took a step forward, and a kilometer will not be enough for me, yes
This is the path at the bottom, I fall under the gun
I disappear in the darkness
Only miraculously survived
This is the path at the bottom, I fall under the gun
The spotlight in the distance
Started right away on par, how?