I even think that I can not understand
How much more you need to react
It's a lot of the agony and you with a coffee
Safe at night will be a champagne
There you have it all, but want more
Is not something that you let the other
Suffering with TV you can see
But if you want to change channels
Only you're concerned about what they want to see
Your world is reduced to playing what you
And we look
That in this world and gets fucked pus
And you're scrubbing away, and within it
Or perhaps because you do not see on what are your feet?
A vos you illuminates an artificial sun
Just what motivates you is material
How much of your vice gonna lose today
next to your blindness that is very natural?
The street looks and you are laughing at you
He knows that some day you will collect
You just kept thinking to be happy
Always be alien to everything else
Only you're concerned about what they want to see
Your world is reduced to playing what you
And we look
That in this world and gets fucked pus
And you're scrubbing away, and within it
Or perhaps because you do not see on what are your feet?
A needle is with me
Your bubble pincharé
Yours and your friends
And let no
How much more you need to react
It's a lot of the agony and you with a coffee
Safe at night will be a champagne
There you have it all, but want more
Is not something that you let the other
Suffering with TV you can see
But if you want to change channels
Only you're concerned about what they want to see
Your world is reduced to playing what you
And we look
That in this world and gets fucked pus
And you're scrubbing away, and within it
Or perhaps because you do not see on what are your feet?
A vos you illuminates an artificial sun
Just what motivates you is material
How much of your vice gonna lose today
next to your blindness that is very natural?
The street looks and you are laughing at you
He knows that some day you will collect
You just kept thinking to be happy
Always be alien to everything else
Only you're concerned about what they want to see
Your world is reduced to playing what you
And we look
That in this world and gets fucked pus
And you're scrubbing away, and within it
Or perhaps because you do not see on what are your feet?
A needle is with me
Your bubble pincharé
Yours and your friends
And let no