Tekster: Tracktor Bowling. It’s time to....

Heart is beating ...hush... you better not to scream
If we're still waiting for the morning light
We will be punished by our silent screens
Cause our days had been counted up within few nights

On the edge of abyss it's so hard to breath,
Right on your ceiling there are midnight lights
Of passing cars, you cannot fall asleep
Hour up to the dawn ...it's time...

... It’s time to die.
It's time when the sun comes up to shine, too cruelly
They've crushed up all your life
No warning, not even time to cry
No reason to leave the truth behind

We didn't trust the tears, we heard no cry
But heaven suddenly have turned away
It turned away, had given no reply
And now we are left to wait ...for it's time...

... It’s time to die.
It's time when the sun comes up to shine, too cruelly
They've crushed up all your life
No warning, not even time to cry
No reason to leave... It's time to die

It's time to die
It's time to die
It's time to die

IT'S TIME TO DIE! DIE!

It’s time to die.
It's time when the sun comes up to shine, too cruelly
They've crushed up all your life
No warning, not even time to cry
No reason to leave... It's time to die