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There is a task, there is no goal. Running through time tunnels
Full of anger. The body is sweating. Sorry, but it's boiling

I want to get away from the fucker I used to be
And catch up with who I want to become in order to move on
Search, search, search
Trying not to miss the train
What leaves for a bright tomorrow
But the road leads back

Where there is continuous stress on the heart
And no matter how hard you try
Even in the most naive version
We can't escape death

Not scary until the first breath
After death, too, in principle, don’t give a fuck
And life is that very moment
When you can still breathe in a loop

Life is a treadmill, not a marathon
I sleep in Maslow's pyramid lying like a pharaoh
Someone says that the coach is with us. Well, where is he?
I would roll him into concrete with such a game plan

There is no goal to run, there is a need to run
Dance on the blade of a knife
There is no end to the treadmill, run and contemplate

No doping here
I wheeze like a sheep from a well

Familiar symptoms
It's hard to be asthmatic
What's in theory, what's in practice
The resource of my psyche is mathematics

There's not enough oxygen
My heart freezes like Kai's
Where's my second wind?
It's time for me to rest soon

But the approach timer
Goes to a new circle
Whatever you want
I can not do it anymore

Face turned white like paper
The remains of the drawing were washed away
But because the body died
I haven't stopped running

Life is a treadmill, not a marathon
I sleep in Maslow's pyramid lying like a pharaoh
Someone says that the coach is with us. Well, where is he?
I would roll him into concrete with such a game plan

There is no goal to run, there is a need to run
Dance on the blade of a knife
There is no end to the treadmill, run and contemplate