I wake up like I don't need it
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I'm going to hell, because I'm stupidly not worthy of heaven
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I would be glad, brother, but the damp earth is just waiting for me
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I'm more of an enemy that plays right by the rules
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Or so wrong?
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I see you are a wounded guy
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Scattered over time like portraits of Stalin
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Outside the tribe has grown, now I'm growing an uprising for you
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Punishment will overtake everyone as a heartfelt confession
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I collect from the table
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I collect from the table
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I collect from the table
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Stolen your dead souls
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I look, two eyes in the mirror like a puzzle
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Phase three, four and up to the fifth piece of meat
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I even climbed the grid, I'll buy happiness, there was a maza
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I partly pissed him off for fake diamonds,
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But
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I'm still looking for food
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I'm still looking for food
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I'm still looking for food
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I need more
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Stupidly hell give (come on), stupidly give it back (yeah), stupidly hell give it, stupidly give it back
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Stupidly hell give (hey), stupidly give (come on) stupidly hell give (you), stupidly give (yes)
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Stupid hell give, stupidly give (come on) stupid hell give (come on), stupidly give
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Stupid hell give (hey), stupidly give (well), stupidly hell give (you), stupidly give
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Am I counting money? |
No, I count change
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The fact that you don't know me, bitch, means nothing
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I rest in the morning, at night, damn it, a laborer, how else?
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I try for cash, I try for punches
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And a tourniquet pulls on the neck, presses here, like an octopus
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I'm all good, dear. |
I'm drowning? |
dick swam there
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What do you say? |
I'm at the bottom, damn it, I live
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For everything is as before, you know, and your bunch of morons do not soar
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My ego believes in me, it is bigger than the Mega Center
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I ran out of leather, but now iron instead of a century
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All day long, unemployed, I fall asleep at five
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I quit cigs, I drink, I only spend time back
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Stuffing my hand like a drunk tattoo artist
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Like I'm writing letters to a bitch that stole all my pay
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It's like the day is blowing the roof, and they carry me to the ward
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As if I hear sounds somewhere and scrape the truth on the walls
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I'm sick again in a new way, well, yes, I'm only sick with a syllable
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I gave up all the roads, not knowing the pain, there will be no results,
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But there will be so much bullshit
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There must be lights in the eyes
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They will believe in their fear,
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And I only believe in letters and words
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Stupidly hell give (come on), stupidly give it back (yeah), stupidly hell give it, stupidly give it back
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Stupidly hell give (hey), stupidly give (come on) stupidly hell give (you), stupidly give (yes)
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Feel like this
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Like I shouldn't live?
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But, I feel like this
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Like you shouldn't live!
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Feel like this
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Like I want love?
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But I feel like this
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Like I want to kill her!
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Feel like this
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Like I shouldn't live?
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But, I feel like this
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Like you shouldn't live!
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Feel like this
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Like I want love?
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But I feel like this
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As if I want to kill her, fight! |