People speak in hushted voices
I never had a touch with reality
Fuckin` words coming from everyone
I hate this bitch working under my window
People looking at my friend different faces
He spoke about fucked up kid`s dreams
About drugs which deprive the taste of life
Dsease voices are back again
People have funckin` thoughts useles for everyone
Every dreams going under when somebody say something
It`s so beautifu that I wanna die in black roses
But I can`t, I don`t have fuckin` black roses
Streets are full of fuckin people
Which can see only themselfs
To destroy everyone who`s good as them
That`s the fuckin` way of life
It`s too late
to escape from here
Think again just once
Is that really your place
Your little heart
Can`t exist in this world
It`s too week
Too week to this world
