Аудиокнига империя волков

Theres no point in being careful Ill burn bridges anyway Theres no point in talking vicious (Ive) nothing cutting left to say Ive achieved my own survival Ive refined my own sweet hell Theres no point in craving beauty When youll tear me anyhow If I look you in the eye I swear Ill die Cos you kill everything you love Should I scar my face To find my peace While you kill everything you love Theres no point in sitting silent Theres no reason to stay calm Ive no means to look resentful (Cos) everybody you will charm (Im) crowded out by stupid duty Smothered dead by your distain Theres no point in shouting angry (Cos) theres no reason i should stay