Текст песни
: Last Breath
[Intro]
(Dark, distorted beat starts. Distant screams and radio static fade in.)
Yo… This is the end.
No cops, no rules, no second chance.
Every step could be your last.
Listen…
[Verse 1]
Waking up to ashes, sky is grey again,
Another day surviving in this hell they call a «trend».
The streets are silent, but the silence screams so loud,
Footsteps echo—who’s behind me?—gotta move, no crowd.
Zombies in the courtyards, crawling through the rust,
Rotten flesh and hollow eyes, they never feel the trust.
I count my bullets, check my blade, I sleep with one eye wide,
‘Cause in this wasteland, even shadows wanna take your life.
[Chorus]
It’s a war for breath, a fight to eat, a race against the cold,
A stranger’s smile might be the trap—don’t let your guard get sold.
We’re running low on hope, but I won’t hit the ground,
This world is dead, but I’m alive—I wear my scars with pride.
[Verse 2]
The stores are looted, water’s scarce, the winter’s closing in,
We burn the books to keep the flame—the knowledge turns to sin.
They say there’s safety in a group, but that’s a gambler’s lie:
Last week my crew got ambushed—now it’s just me and the sky.
I see them watching from the roofs—not zombies, not the dead,
Just humans turned to monsters ‘cause their hunger’s in their head.
A can of beans or medicine—the price is always blood,
In this new world, your mercy’s weak—survival isn’t love.
[Chorus]
It’s a war for breath, a fight to eat, a race against the cold,
A stranger’s smile might be the trap—don’t let your guard get sold.
We’re running low on hope, but I won’t hit the ground,
This world is dead, but I’m alive—I wear my scars with pride.
[Bridge]
(Beat slows. Voice becomes raw, almost whispered.)
Remember parks and laughter? Schools and summer rain?
Now every memory’s a knife—it cuts, but eases pain.
If there’s a God up there, I’m not sure He can hear,
But if He’s watching… tell Him we’re still here.
[Outro]
(Beat fades into static. Final line spoken slowly.)
One more night. One more dawn. One more step.
Don’t look back.
…The dead are always close., ,
