Друзья

The prodigal son was looking the way I did the meaning of life
my second alter ego paranoid schizo
too much behind but not wings
otmatat to life back as a film soundtrack
smile devotees whores zamuktnyayut mind
escape from it all escape from alkatrassa
every day the same song on repeat
friends all died in the monitor all friends
do not need clever Allegory to sell your soul
put down the beer kid and sin will be released
indulgence dictates its orders
brainwashing by giving God a bribe
near 500 worth of your dream
I often think of the scum who we are or I
my dream died when I was 9
I became all alone, I stopped believing in yourself
Chorus
Let wounded let's not put on me
I'm tired of my mouth speak only for myself (2p)

Only you can judge and the dick to you
you do not try to understand you well above stali \
In spite of your hypocrisy, I take off the mask
I do not believe you do not exaggerate
you tremble with fear when there are problems
you are trembling with malevolence, 7 days a week
my dream died when I was 9
I became all alone, I stopped believing in yourself