People speak in hushted voices

I never had a touch with reality

Fuckin` words coming from everyone

I hate this bitch working under my window

People looking at my friend different faces

He spoke about fucked up kid`s dreams

About drugs which deprive the taste of life

Dsease voices are back again

People have funckin` thoughts useles for everyone

Every dreams going under when somebody say something

It`s so beautifu that I wanna die in black roses

But I can`t, I don`t have fuckin` black roses

Streets are full of fuckin people

Which can see only themselfs

To destroy everyone who`s good as them

That`s the fuckin` way of life

It`s too late

to escape from here

Think again just once

Is that really your place

Your little heart

Can`t exist in this world

It`s too week

Too week to this world