I wish you well, but nothing good has worked

Czy to rozsądek, szacunek do zasad

Czy po prostu zazdrość wyżera ci oczy

Żyjemy między stukotem tramwaju

I okrzykiem z odbiorników

Nasi strzelili

Znowu do bramki

Nasi strzelili

Znów do cywili

Gdy zobaczysz spadające gwiazdy

Czy pomodlisz się żeby

Na twój dom rodzinny nie spadły

Gdzie zostawiłaś krewnych

Czy twój patriotyzm jest stale nierdzewny

Łatwo jest znaleźć skrawek

Niechcianych pagonów

Przyszyć nas do czegoś parszywego

Na fladze pogromu

Łatwo jest znaleźć skrawek

Niechcianych pagonów

Przyszyć nas do czegoś parszywego

Na fladze pogromu

Niedziela wieczór

Humor popsuty

Dymek z Gadu-Gadu

Mefedron z Trójkąta zatruty

Niesubordynacja to nasz ostatni grzech

Nigdy nie pozwolą na nasz beztroski śmiech

Gdy zobaczysz spadające gwiazdy

Czy pomodlisz się żeby

Na twój dom rodzinny nie spadły

Gdzie zostawiłaś krewnych

Czy twój patriotyzm jest stale nierdzewny

Degeneracja

Zawsze twoja racja

Ta generacja

Syf, szambo, deprawacja

We're both too smart to start something

We don't want to be an encore

I think, We're both too smart to start something

We don't want to be an encore

We've learned through the wooden wedge between us

That it doesn't pay to take all you desire

He wanted to be my all and your favourite pretty plaything but

We were playing with fire

We rid ourselves of him to find still silence

We rid ourselves of him to find still silence

He learned he can't go anywhere

Without being deathly scared

Of his rape victims being there

Reflecting his stupid stare

Once he finds your sympathy

He will set his conscience free

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

We're both too smart to start something

We don't want to be an encore

I think, we're both too smart to start something

We don't want to be an encore

I quickly glanced upon his screen

The saddest shit you've ever seen

I've seen a lot, by that i mean

His solitude was quite obscene

'Cause it's wrong to look at a body heave

With lust tugging at your sleeve

I pray to God that you’re not naive

I pray to God you’re not naive

You can't grab someone by the hair

And pin them down to understand

There's no will to see your side

There's no way to make it see through

Fistful of the best intentions

Better yet, excuses handy

Pride has always been your comfort

So you will never understand me

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Fuck flesh fuck glass

It's fresh but it will pass

Yes, I love you so profoundly

I think I'll sit this one out