Mal Humor

With a mind as cold as the heart
You break the atmosphere just with your voice
It's a bad invasion, bad manners
Bad will

This wasn't like this, you made it like this, your bad mood

You spit toads and snakes
You don't want to listen to anyone

With red eyes, zero understanding
Further away each time, but that's better
And it's frustrating to see that it went bad
Everything else
And what remained, nobody liked and it rotted

You spit toads and snakes
You don't want to listen to anyone
There's no need for so much complication

There's no need for such a bad mood
I bury it, I bury it, there's nothing
Like at a funeral, this picture darkens a little more
A little more

Such a bad mood, I bury it, I bury it, there's nothing
Every second, this picture I think is born a little more
A little more
Such a bad mood, I bury it, I bury it, there's nothing
Like at a funeral, like at a funeral