Guts Out - Остатки Прошлого - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My life is the gloomy gleam of those ridiculous falls, they forced to doubt this world, where I hardly saw something except dirt and lies. The remnants of the past that I can’t calmly accept, becoming others. My past gnaws me. My past pulls me down. The unbearable load is as if chained to me. Invisible power presses on the shoulders, not to find deliverance (from the devilish bells). My life has turned into an endless escape. I do not see the chance to become free again, I have to live my age in the darkness of the abyss of my regrets. I did not become different, but my past gnaws me.