Long ago before you or I There lived a yeti named Boros Tasked by God with defending the holy mountain Boros lived peacefully with nature Until one day the disease of humanity had spread too far What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bash my fists to a stone on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore My last wish is to fix my home I can't see the forest anymore Crash a skull, my jaws are full Of tumors evil tongues I don't know who I am anymore Murder, eviscerate, everything I see What am I doing this for? I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna do this anymore Jump off a roof and then immediately regret it Oww, my fucking leg, oww
Yeah, white fur turned black from the soot Is he real? See the size of his foot Yeti, don't go near the mountain, uh Don't go near the mountain, uh Don't go near the mountain, uh Boros, created from the dust God has abandoned me, no one I can trust on the planet Greediness and lust Corrupted emotion make my energy combust, goddamn it Is purity a fantasy Watching time pass has eroded my sanity Tick tock on the clock on your vanity Boros is sick with the disease of humanity
Well would you look at the time Doesn't it just fly?
The yeti's sick He ain't die, but the said he did When they came, yeah, I bet he hid He don't wanna be found Be sent to the pound Be hit with a big thick wooden stick Or get shot by a cop with a big fat Glock At the peak of the mountain top, Boros sit No motherfucker can stay alive when he die, yeti cry There will be no birds in the sky, you will die, say bye-bye Ouroboros is the cycle of life Life is a bitch, with a big appetite No way to fight her, she taking a bite Every morning through every night Spend your whole life not doin' no right Watching the second hand go to the right Nothin' but LED's making the light Fighting for water, we makin' the slaughter You wanna get bought up?, you wanna get piped? Nobody gives a fuck about anybody but still wanna be loved by everybody I'm putting myself inside everybody The yeti, you ready?
No motherfucker can say hello when he died, yet he cried There will be no birds in the sky, you will die, say bye-bye Ouroboros is the cycle of life Ouroboros is the cycle of life Ouroboros is the cycle of— Ouroboros is the cycle of lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
