Fifty shots and a thousand drugs This day's too long to keep my mind clear I'm translating my nonsense Into a fake knowledge I gather my bones To confirm that I'm stoned
I drink my reality, stay away from this pain I remember my way corrupt to slow decay Lost the grip of control, conscience's returning... Just have another one and frustration is gone!
Get back to the day when I've begun to be blind My life was cold-grey, just parody of existence A classical standard is this that I'm living now No joy, no sorrow, flat day by flat day.
I drink my reality, stay away from this pain I remember my way corrupt to slow decay Lost the grip of control, conscience's returning... Just have another one and frustration is gone!
I begun to be drunk For those thousand drugs Just parody of existence No joy, no sorrow, no lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
