Чемпионский Характер (Старая Школа)

Did you hear that? Keep your voice down They watching I'm looking over my shoulder every step that I take Wondering which one of my friends is actually fake The shadows on the wall are starting to morph The temperature dropping, the compass pointing north I hear the whispers echoing inside of the hall Waiting for the inevitable hammer to fall The music box melody is twisting my brain Driving me slowly and completely insane I triple-lock the door, pull the curtains real tight Surviving the terror of the infinite night The feds got the cameras pointed right at the crib I'm deciphering lies, every fabricated fib Paranoia creeping, stealing my sleep The secrets are buried incredibly deep Trust is a luxury I cannot afford Walking the plank with a rusty sword Paranoia creeping. Every siren I hear makes my heartbeat skip I'm losing my balance, I'm losing my grip The telephone rings but there's nobody there Just static and breathing and the cold, empty air I sleep with one eye open, hand on the steel Questioning what is an illusion and what is real The pressure is mounting, the walls closing in This is the ultimate penalty for the sin I navigate the maze of deception and lies Looking for the truth in the enemy's eyes I gotta get out of here Trust nobody Stay in the shadows