Muddasheep - Wishful Fiction | Текст песни

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you always tell me
I have to learn
from books which are better
when they burn

you send me to a building
with boring people
they believe I'm a fool
but in fact I'm made of wool

I tried hard
to keep my minds back
but now I think
it's time for some respect

I pack my suitcase
feel my gloom
I leave my room
and take the gun

the teacher tells me
that I'm late
but not I am
it's his fate

anyway
the bullets say
here's our hell
easy to tell

dead bodies
wasted life liquid
unused candies
the gun smiles at it

cruel interruption
I open my eyes
was it just fiction
or wishful thinking