Oh, Hello, I’m here to insult your silly beliefs:
In yourself, in me and in something you consider as a “reality”
“That bastard again didn’t fulfill my expectations!” – you are thinking
But do you know what the hell you really WANT?
Take me to the rubbish bin
With the music that I wrote
(Do it, Do it, Do it)
Shoot in my forehead!
Put the body in the bags
Spread the petrol, burn to ash
(Make it, Make it, Make it)
The best obituary of yours!
Take me to the rubbish bin
With the music that I wrote
(Do it, Do it, Do it)
Shoot in my forehead!
Put the body in the bags
Spread the petrol, burn to ash
(Make it, Make it, Make it)
The best obituary of yours!
I don’t want to be as nice as before
I can’t keep my mouth shut when I have something to SAY
Your blank stare became my responsibility
From your window I can see abandoned cherry garden
Please, dispose your loved ones by the following INSTRUCTION:
Take me to the rubbish bin
With the music that I wrote
(Do it, Do it, Do it)
Shoot in my forehead!
Put the body in the bags
Spread the petrol, burn to ash
(Make it, Make it, Make it)
The best obituary of yours!
Take me to the rubbish bin
With the music that I wrote
(Do it, Do it, Do it)
Shoot in my forehead!
Put the body in the bags
Spread the petrol, burn to ash
(Make it, Make it, Make it)
The best obituary of yours!
(Make it, Make it, Make it)
The best obituary of yours!
Are you asking me to regain consciousness? Or to become the version of myself that you are expecting?
What else I have to do to take a shape that you will LIKE?
Be like I used to be? Be like all of your friends are? Be lenient for what you’re considering as “normal”?
I'm gonna answer it once and forever: I didn't owe you a goddamn FAVOR
But the violence couldn’t be done by the one person
Only by a commanding majority that is one in its UNENLIGHTENEDNESS
I was in your mind for so long that now it became too suffocating for me
Sorry, we have to break up and the reason is YOU
Take me to the rubbish bin
With the music that I wrote
(Do it, Do it, Do it)
Shoot in my forehead!
Put the body in the bags
Spread the petrol, burn to ash
(Make it, Make it, Make it)
The best obituary of yours!
Take me to the rubbish bin
With the music that I wrote…