They wanna live tomorrow, But I don’t have this sorrow And I can’t all understand. They live in money’s fever, But I have passed this level I'm really going to stand! Their idol lives in bottle. Their idol leads the battle. My dreams about the end!
No muse, no money always We’re going to drink all day And I can say - I like it! We kill own time slowly They think it's game only We gonna take a hit! This well-being is ghostly, I think what fall must be! There’s no two ways about it!
Dance of liars! Live or die! What borrow from me? Can’t this be?