Let's swing our bodies without looking at you.
I'll throw up drunk.
You'll be so fucking fucked when it all comes back.
You forget it, give us back our freedom.
Let's run it through Vienna.
It's been too long since I've experienced something new.
Untalented people steal talents from the astral
Bottles for whitefish at birth
Let's eat all the colors of this fucking rainbow.
Throwing up your hearts
I'm making a culture out of toilet paper.
I'm making myself out of toilet paper
We're only going to die in a drunken stupor.
When we get tired of being fucked ourselves
The summons says to shoot me in the head
Let me go down the road from salt.

Hitchhiking to catch vacuum cleaners in the entrance
I haven't slept for two days.
Noticing how everything was blurred in my eyes
Heart on hand
Fuck, I'm taking care of myself, but so weak
That every day, seeing a body rotting away
Promise yourself you're done with this stuff
I sing a lot about drugs.
It's a good thing my mom doesn't recognize me.
Oh my God, I hate you all so much.
God, send me to my idols.
God, send me to 21
Yeah, I'm so fucked up fucking with rot here.
I sang my tracks for you in Padika.
Clap people in my head
I'm the freak of your worst nightmares.
And I don't care what you think about me.