Чемпионский Характер (Старая Школа)

Текст песни Музыка для тренировок, Музыка для спорта, Спорт, Тренировка - Чемпионский Характер (Старая Школа)

Did you hear that?
Keep your voice down
They watching

I'm looking over my shoulder every step that I take
Wondering which one of my friends is actually fake
The shadows on the wall are starting to morph
The temperature dropping, the compass pointing north
I hear the whispers echoing inside of the hall
Waiting for the inevitable hammer to fall
The music box melody is twisting my brain
Driving me slowly and completely insane
I triple-lock the door, pull the curtains real tight
Surviving the terror of the infinite night
The feds got the cameras pointed right at the crib
I'm deciphering lies, every fabricated fib

Paranoia creeping, stealing my sleep
The secrets are buried incredibly deep
Trust is a luxury I cannot afford
Walking the plank with a rusty sword
Paranoia creeping.

Every siren I hear makes my heartbeat skip
I'm losing my balance, I'm losing my grip
The telephone rings but there's nobody there
Just static and breathing and the cold, empty air
I sleep with one eye open, hand on the steel
Questioning what is an illusion and what is real
The pressure is mounting, the walls closing in
This is the ultimate penalty for the sin
I navigate the maze of deception and lies
Looking for the truth in the enemy's eyes

I gotta get out of here
Trust nobody
Stay in the shadows