Yeah, yeah *Sony , у нас так же будет * Psycho greetings from the street arena, to all the voices that go unheard, post modern attitude straight from the gutters to the stage
For those still fighting with no cause, I guess that no one knows, We're coming like a big crescendo Forfeit the Texture of a soul, the essence of a though We're growing like a teen libido The reason only to be made, as I will soon repay We're burning in our own inferno I can't avoid what's wrong I can't decide what's right, to move ** дико люблю тебя Sony** We're gathering the right momentum Back from the dead, when I recall your name
Let the blind spot, devour the wicked Like when I get wasted Never mind if it's too late to wing it Streetwise through the day Inertia motivated youth, instead of politics our truth We cut them like a knife through butter Am I Self righteous all the time, I've got my own design Still singing my blues from the gutter Come play the suicidal game, god with a walking Frame I've enough loss to recover Come closer I won't mind, Come closer I wont bite As I will reach for my revolver