[Chorus x2: O.S.T.R.]
Not all bad things end well
Not all good things end badly
Relive to mention it so link is somewhere
Here giving us strength to cheat death

[Verse 1: O.S.T.R.]
Heavy lids from his eyes rise sluggishly
I'm not lying, the pain breaks down like a roller has run over me
I am not able to move, although I would like to
It looks like I am like a limp stone
The truth hurts, sin tempts
Only me and conscience, that is the goal of this science
Between our evil, you have fog to the ceiling
I would like to get up, feel the oxygen, redeem my sins for once
Is this really happening, man?
Am I dead and will I not leave this place forever?
Only regret, regret, anger, no, it's not real
Like sin for sin, although there anger aroused grace
(Suddenly there is a signal) Give me a moment so I can
Feel that I am breathing and I have a palpable pulse
God gave me a chance again, what should I dream about?
Until I believe in a miracle, it won't happen twice

[Chorus: O.S.T.R.]
Not all bad things end well
Not all good things end badly
Relive to mention it so link is somewhere
Here giving us strength to cheat death
[Verse 2: O.S.T.R.]
I regained consciousness, but with poor form
Don't tell me I'm saying goodbye to freedom permanently for this
I have to get out of here, the hospital is not for me
Rather, I will not steal the death of my life for the second time
I think where I am, alone dead around me
A fucking aprons, a small TV for change
Nurses with large breasts in short mini with a neckline
The green of the walls tells me literally nothing at the moment
I don't know how, I don't know what, where to go, what to count on
They kind of hooked me up against the tide, but it smells like a morgue
Hands pierced by a drip, I can't look at them
Gotta take this shit off, think seriously about the plan
If I knew the details, the address would be enough
Here, the lack of signs on the wall stings the eyes like gooseberries
You can see the exit quickly through the corridor through the cage
It was the world that prepared a maze for me instead of purgatory

[Chorus x2: O.S.T.R.]
Not all bad things end well
Not all good things end badly
Relive to mention it so link is somewhere
Here giving us strength to cheat death

[Outro: Michał Fajbusiewicz]
After the escape, as evidenced by the billing records, Nikodem R. tried to contact Mirosław G., who was to arrange transport for the suspect, I would like to remind you that the suspect had bullet wounds at the height of the left shoulder, which prevented him from moving freely and focused attention of people passing him, today we know that Nicodemus tried to wait out the whole critical situation by hiding behind the walls of a nearby cemetery