My head doesn't share, my legs are sick.
Your eyes can't see, you don't know where you're running.
Thoughts fly by and time keeps disappearing,
worry is great and your head keeps hurting.
It's arrival öö. I'm here again,
I'll never leave this cursed oak tree.
There's only one story that brought me here,
that powerful story that would sober my mind!
The root of evil!
I came home, my body was very sick,
I was scratching my eye - I was talking all over the place.
The whole state is a cage of chains.
The root of evil !
I don't want to subjugate myself,
to bend my will.
Let it take time or a century,
I have already established my path.

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