Dad said you could drink something
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That sometimes something will come into you and you have to
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The old man didn't know he was making crosses
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Because I've seen whiskey everywhere; |
Las vegas
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I thought I could always do that
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That Jack Daniels would be enough for the evening
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That the secret river really exists
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And the spirits of drowned people will help me to write
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I thought God would spare me
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I'll fly like a pegasus and blow it up
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I will fly like a pegasus, I will take the bottles
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Branches on trees won't cut my wings
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I thought the ghosts were with me
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That they are good after all and come here from orbits
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That the beast won't tear my skin from the inside
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And it keeps me from touching the fake endorphins
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Ahh, I can fly
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I really was there, I traveled the world on star trails
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Ahh, I'm having a little mess
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The ghosts are sitting next to them, I don't talk to them, I do rap
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I have a hangover, the smoke irritates my conjunctiva
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God is just watching, the angel overslept, Satan is tempting
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I believed we could keep you here
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Fuck how I believed it and didn't want to listen!
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Man learns from mistakes - his own
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Don't tell me what hurts you and they'll fuck it anyway
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Don't talk to them about them, don't wander around like them
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Immersed in monotony, they try to gain their happiness
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Hey, grab your friend's hand, stop!
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Take it, save it, or I'll die here
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And there's nothing but lies, one dick for me
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I sit among the demons and I only feel the pain
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Don't talk to them, keep your mind
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This is not fake, the ghosts are watching from the side
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They will go anywhere, into any of the narrow gaps
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Hello Alice; |
Bloody Mary
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Don't talk to them, stay calm
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They are transparent like glass, temptation
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Don't talk to the ghosts, because they are awake and just want to meet you
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Dirty thoughts, pure whiskey, fucking paranormal
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Don't talk to them, stay calm
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They are transparent like glass, temptation
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Don't talk to the ghosts, because they're awake and just want to fool you
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Evil forces, illusory skies, toxic spirits
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I have one fucking ... no, that was already there
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I touch my temples with my hand, I have something that I won't tear easily
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I'm a bit afraid of losses, I don't know, maybe it's because of that
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The next dose is just a slight electroshock!
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And just the soft whisper of my daemon
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It breaks through six billion neurons
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Detonate me, charge me up or reprogram me
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I'm as fleeting as a Ketonal flyer
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On Theseus' ship, in Plato's chariot
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Stone on the heart, soul on the arm, blood on the hands
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I see you, is it you or a fleeting memory?
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I can see you, my life is shadow fighting |