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Everyone in their lifetime has made some promise
Every second in a daily life one breaks a promise
I’ll never-never feel it, I’ll never-never kill it
I’ll never-never take what’s not mine

A green light of sleep, I’m falling asleep
My soul is getting slow in heat of my home
And nothing at all can make me feel worse than this
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah

I woke up in the morning
A lovely thought came to my head
It flew in through the window
Saying we should try our luck again

When people are getting cold
When food is not an option to survive
When happiness is out
Taking pictures of your blurry face

Did you forget? Your burried king?
So long It’s been, now you bow to anything
Did you forget? Your indie queen?
So much I’ve seen, no more power, just obscene

Looking around I say: «Who is coming near?» (ooh)
Feeling your touch I know I will disappear (ooh)
Thinking of you is getting harder and colder (oh-oh)
You’ll never leave, together we will grow older (oh-oh)

Do not cross my fucking line!
Hey! Do not cross the line
Stay! You’d better start to pray
Blame! Do not try to blame

Life inside the walls
Nothing could be worse
If you let me go
I will find the road

My ocean
Put it up, put it up - a knife
Roll it up, roll it up - your strength
Straighten up, straighten up

Mavissing… Ha!
Take this cover ’cause we’re gonna rock! Hey!
Just listen, listen, whoa!
Outside the box, open your cage, you are ready

Do not cross my fucking line!
Hey! Do not cross the line
Stay! You’d better start to pray
Blame! Do not try to blame

Man, what the fuck?
I said, man, what the fuck?
I said, man, what the fuck?
Why do you think you can make a shot and reload

Let us stand up in a free fall
Incredible and fast
Let us sail a boat on the waves of the wind
You set it off with us

Like an elephant, elephant, elephant
Like an alien element, element
Which is evident, evident, evident
In a small room

Man, what the fuck?
I said, man, what the fuck?
I said, man, what the fuck?
Why do you think you can make a shot and reload

Ooh, a little boy is just walking down the street
Wants some money, needs some money spent
Gets a candy in a noisy shop
Sweet is eaten and a wrapper is simply dropped

Who am I? Am I getting old?
Oh, I feel it now
Where am I? Am I going wrong?
To my funeral

Come along with me, let’s try everything
Heaven knows this year’s been awful
And when we get dizzy, we’ll lock up and we’ll sleep it off
Now inside my car

Морские брызги бьют в лицо
Не стих последний бриз
Нас капера берут в кольцо
Готовя нам сюрприз

Вется сталь, гремит мушкет
Брозда до предела натянута
Колесами в грунт закопался лафет
И смерть в сотый раз уж обманута

Последний танец для тебя
Но ты стоишь и всё молчишь
Я обещание не сдержал
Ведь обещать я не привык

Give you a hole in your head
Just when you think you’re alright
They change the scene overnight
Don’t be afraid to survive, yeah

Honey you know I love you
I’ve been holdin’ out all night
But if you want me you got to tell me
Honey you got to try

Anticipation
In domination
A sea of hearts beat as one, unified
Magnification

Psycho killer
I saw your checking your reflection
Feng shui thriller
As you looked into my eyes

Miscommunication, tailored altercations
Singing to yourself at night
So come a little closer, dear, you know
I find it kind of hard to hear when you are whispering like that

We’re too busy losing battles
I get by, but I always get battered
It’s about time that we make shit matter
Tighten up you’re belt, don’t give me pitter-patter

Now Suzie’s in my messages but I’ve got nothing to say
Maybe I’m just coming, coming of age
And I’m running out of remedies to make me feel ok
So sign me up and send me on my way

Driver stop turn this cab around
‘Cause I hear the sound
Of Bandini’s calling, I ain’t gonna turn that shit down
Had a few too many with John

I never thought I could feel this way
So much attention and so very little to say
The sun was out and you took me to the beaches
We listened to the peaches and I felt strangled today

I can’t bloody well understand it
If you want my honest opinion
It’s got everything
Clear diction, beautifully spoken

«Now don’t tell me you’re taking all this seriously»
Wow!
Here come hard times, right on queue
Just like a drop in the ocean, heartbreaker rhythm and blues

You’re walking around, your head in the clouds
You’re acting as if you’re Mr. Johnny know-it-all
Mister come and watch me fall
You’re feeling alive, a Jekyll and Hyde

I probably should know by now
When I’m wrestling with my fears and doubts
I can be a cold heartbreaker
A professional terminator

Mysteries and «c’est la vie»‘s
I’m changing up the energies
You’ll see
Hypnotize and compromise

Твоё имя начинается на букву, на которую начинается слово «любовь»
Нахуй всю косметику, ты без неё милая, я хочу с тобой увидеться вновь
Но ты, непутёвая сучка, тебе нужны красивые мальчики
Тебе нужны денежки, тебе нужны бокалы, рюмки с водкой и бумажные стаканчики

Я ссу в цветочные горшки
И по утрам встаю бухим
Мне совершенно до пизды
Какой я щас, каким я был

Водка, пиво, портвейн три семерки
Самогон деда, дешевое пойло
Вейп и сижки, засосы на шее
Всем на нас похуй

Моя мама мне все говорила
Что я вырос тупицей и дебилом
Во дворе меня менты вчера избили
Засыпаю в банках из-под пива

Стон, крик, стыд
Тот тип - псих
Секс, кайф, бзик
Вот весь стих

Твои мятые глаза
Смотрят тупо на меня
Для тебя я свежий, зай,
Но внутри гнилой, как рай

В моем мире пиво, сигареты будут стоить - нихуя
Ровным счетом, как моя душа
Забитая и непонятная, но после моей смерти будет всем ясна
Пока летишь с моста

Kill
Kill
Kill
I’m going straight to hell

Well, it’s a Saturday, in July… 1992. It’s gotta be like 3… o clock… or some shit
I hate everybody, and the more I think about it, the more I hate em. And it’s just people, man. It’s the fucking people. I mean, I looked in the mirror and I said, ‘that looks cool, man, you look like an ugly motherfucker. Like a skinny little weirdo.’ How can I walk around town the way I am, knowing that I know who I am and you people looking at me like I don’t know who the fuck I am? That, uh, I expect all of you, to realize who I am. And that’s me being unreasonable. I don’t like to let people make me make the decisions by looking at them and saying ‘I think they’re saying this’
But they give me this attitude like… Like I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Bugs the shit out of me, man. You know? I keep moving and moving and trying to stay a step ahead of people, even if it’s a step ahead in a direction that no one’s going to go. Not because they’re frightened, but because no one’s going to go that way. And you need a lot of directions to go forward to go
I can’t stand it, I’m so fucking picky. That’s the way I am with my music. My shit comes in, and I’m like, ‘yeah man, that’s a nasty song.’ And now it’s like ‘Alright. Done.’ In a sense of like, man, when I first did it, it sounded cool, and I know it sounds cool, and I know if I play it for people they’d go ‘holy shit, that’s a nasty song, man. That sounds like… fucking… on steroids and shit.’ But, it’s not that. It’s the fact that I… I hear these new things every time I fucking do something, you know? And then I lay them down and there they are, and then I move on

Like you know I should, like you know I would
Like you know I might, ’cause you know I’m right
Like you know I will, ’cause you know I’m ill
Like you know I can, ’cause I’m superman!

Hey its alright my life has never been a bed of roses
This way’s better for me
Hey its alright my life has never been a bed of roses
This way’s better for me i don’t care to live the life i’ve chosen

Darling young boys
All over my mind
Darling young boys
Never too good for me

(What is that? What’s that buzz?
Try it, bus 2. …Hit bus 2. …That’s be-I mean, I can still hear it. …That’s worse. What, what’s…
Where-where’d we leave off? Where’d we leave off? Here
Could we play it- Play it back!

Ou did this to me
You did this to me, and now I’m doing this unto you
I’m doing this unto you
I’m doing this unto you

Everyday I ask why
You were picked to be Jesus Christ
It could’ve been me
It should’ve been me