All the cards laid out. Relyin' only on the instinct You may guess that it's time To go through the game of survival To find the way home. Then I understood I'm free And I'm slippery as an eel Gimme your respect man Or you're not my type I'll be myself, I will live And I don't need that follower Try the taste of blood It overhelms feelings inside Just for me Gimme your fucking respect Then all parts of me will come together And I'll commit the impossible. But I need someone close I need a cover. Shadows of the past With every my breath Appearing memory Is just like mad show I will rise of dead And I will amend Loading my battery Swim in the blood flow But I need to overcome fear and do my best to win again Gimme your respect man Or you're not my type I'll be myself, I will live And I don't need that follower Try the taste of blood It overhelms feelings inside Gimme your respect man Or you're not my type You're just that someone from the outside And I don't need that follower Try the taste of blood I'm at a dead end, I'm trapped bro Help me, give me the strength to stand up Knees tremble but I'm getting up I get up to survive.