*A może jak pośpiewa to mi przejdzie?* pomyślał i zaczął coś tam wyć pod nosem...
"I did my time and I want out, so effusive
Fade, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Packaging Subversion, Pseudo-Sacrosanct Perversion
Go drill your deserts, go dig you graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done, it has begun, I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
There are cracks in the road we laid,
but where the tample fell, the secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new, but when we killed it all,
the hate was all we had
Who needs another mess'. We could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness... venomous, insipid
I think we're done, I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!
The limits of the dead!"
I tak nie dokończył utworu, ale powstał na równe łapy i otrzepał się z trawy. Ziewnął i wybiegł, no chyba mu już przeszło.
