| You are usually on the alcohol on the other hand | 
| (give me my pill) | 
| I'm scared upstairs | 
| And I don't want to commit suicide | 
| (give me my pill) | 
| Guys emosion wires waiting | 
| the time has come | 
| that you come to my room | 
| that you come to my room | 
| on this side asia on the other side | 
| silence below | 
| Guy here by my side | 
| I am deep red | 
| the fanatical moment | 
| And the same story repeats itself | 
| But there's a party in my brain | 
| My brain | 
| my brain | 
| I just want to take advantage to be able to appreciate you | 
| I'm the new pretender | 
| Of the billis cocoreshion | 
| Of the billis cocoreshion | 
| I have a TV that loves me | 
| I have a puzzle | 
| And I thought about buying myself | 
| A love of novels | 
| I have a clot | 
| In my mind that speaks to me and convinces me | 
| And every time I turn | 
| That desire haunts me | 
| (to follow the best life to you of my pill) | 
| I send it to you walking | 
| For death without hips | 
| I'm sick of this dinner | 
| I just want a beauty who loves me | 
| And it gets into my cavesa PAPA | 
| I rot in my brain and more people in my mind | 
| (give me my pill) | 
| I have a dinner in my head | 
| And I don't want to commit suicide | 
| (give me my pill) | 
| I who persecute me | 
| And I get lost among the people | 
| And I feel indifferent | 
| And I'm still not aware | 
| And I'm still not aware | 
| But I have the same dream | 
| I don't want any more wishes | 
| I no longer have saliva, my pills come out | 
| I am in a theoretical institution for passion | 
| And the ants talk to me | 
| That I'm already on the other side of the pain | 
| of the pain | 
| Please I want to jump on my bed | 
| And meet you in my dream | 
| I've been looking for you inside my bureau | 
| inside my buroo | 
| I'm going to put you to wash the pants | 
| And lit I give you my wishes | 
| And I'm going to lend you my heart | 
| I don't want more evenings | 
| I don't want any more magazines | 
| I don't even want my life anymore | 
| I am alone in this corner | 
| I don't want any more ramires | 
| I no longer want repressive | 
| I no longer want little machines | 
| (yes man it's good) | 
| I don't want any more moments | 
| Let them rot between stories | 
| I can't stand a moment anymore | 
| And I want to commit suicide | 
| I don't want Coca-Cola anymore, much less Pepsi-Cola | 
| Or maybe he chose his mother | 
| who already comes to confess | 
| I DON'T WANT ANY MORE NATIONS | 
| NO BORDERS | 
| NO FLAGS | 
| ALL THIS IS NO LONGER | 
| I JUST WANT A BAR | 
| A BAR | 
| A BAR |