[Single verse]
Red eyes, Goron color, green of rage, I cope with the leaves
I stay alone, no plural, wind in my eyes
To do good, I'm all slow, at twenty years-old, looking crumbling
I'm sure I'm dying, I impose my entire hatred, my throne is my wheelchair
The sky is blue, vein color, fascist's music, there's blood under their scenes, engines under their wings
I'm almost rich, almost dead, Quasimodo
At home, there are only sores, lost people and bums
I don't know how to make sounds that make pеople move, if I speak, thеy'll go cross-eyed
They talk a lot but only ever touch each other
I want a big house, it'll almost have no walls
Doing things well is hard, doing better than others is not hard
I feel good at home, I'm the best liar, maybe that's why
In the desert, I bury myself under the sand, it's better when it's cold
Empathy, I know it's beautiful but it makes me fall into holes where I don't want to end up
I become selfish to say the least, before sleeping, I think about yesterday's games, how I'll do better tomorrow
I see therapists, I learn to live a little better with the venom
Huh, I have a mouse under my fingers, how good are the three of us
The rain is acid, save us, it will soon fall under the roofs (And me)
I don't like flashes, no, because when I close my eyes, there are white spots
It looks like Hiroshima, that reminds me, bad luck exists
So far blood guan I succeed in everything, that means I have everything to lose
I pay fifty for Uber Eats, it tastes like shit