Текст песни Rollin' in the Morning - MAGIC

In essence it's up too us to sense
Life blinking lids closed at death
Please lord don't be so rude I guess
His tests Testament us to a place where torment sometime commonplace
Essentially tests are the closest good can see bad
Without a trial what would tribulation have?
So stare at death till u can seap his
breath then u realize u are the last one left...