I don't want touch your surface
Which it's only worth seeing
It immediately subsides
And opens your insides.
You can't really feelling.
Your opinions are based
Is on fashion and stupid bosses.
You wasting your voices
For they shit on you.
And where is truth, where is the rescue
From you, from your nonsense?
You agree with everything by being voiceless.
You pretend to be a holy.
Behind your back is only
A knife in your hands.
Look on your friends.
Among most of them
There is traitor.
Every fucking fake name
Hides a fucking hater.