Polyrics

I'm sorry, but no, it's not a good time now.
No, nothing is going well and it seems to get worse
No, I don't want to talk to anyone, the bed is late
And nothing good happens half an hour ago
No, I'm not looking for quarrels so I'll ignore the toll
Fuck to you, peace and love on your way!
It could also be darin in wild stories
And I would make them fly, consequence of destiny
What bad luck to treasure bad luck
And having taken just this as a course
You are going to dance with me the tango of death
You're going to listen to all my pain in the world
I have a blacklist and now you are all of them, all their mockery, their ideas and abuses
This fucking city full of hate
And not you, you would give those demons a 1/4 round
Nothing satisfies me and I live full of absences, I believed in God again when I no longer believed in churches
My faith in people is lost
In the emergency room my patience standing and badly wounded
It smells like rotten food and cold cuts
Heartbreak is a game if you're hungry
What was the man thinking and who did they eat among?
The truth is that it is nothing like what they once promised.
Humanity, without humanity with its vanity, without direction or grace
All confusing arrogance, malice and audacity
Making bombs in times of diplomacy
Inventing diseases to cure in their pharmacies
Too many misfortunes, somewhat more than recurrent
The mouth that says it loves you, lies to you in the same way
Their smiles make me grimaces, poses that show their teeth
And you can't ask robots to have mercy on people!
I, free of wolves who want to win from the rest
I trust no one, no one is honest to me
Don't count on me, it's fateful and disastrous
Too much for the soul and she has no spare
I hate the smell of this liquor that I stink of
And that the side I bet on always loses
I don't hate the east, but I hate all of this
Setting it on fire is a less grotesque ending
It will be better to have a plan in case there is a pinch
And save the secrets with a key on some hard drive
Once in the bunker, close the door and double lock it.
Maybe you'll die of fear when everything is dark
What future? How? And who are the good guys?
The same ones as the god of love who hate dark-skinned gays?
Maybe it's not even about you, but here it's almost the least of it, the coincidence is clear and damned with debauchery!
Alienated from each other, self-absorbed and full of knots, with a stuck throat, I don't know how many pardons are still mute.
Everything is burning and we are still raw!
Incapable of compassion. alone and rude!
Silent, stubborn, without respect and fear, stating inaccurate statements with premises of a false rumor
There are few to believe in and the truth is that there is little humor, and now I have proven that love is not enough!
Nothing is going well so screw it or resist, few have arguments but everyone has a point of view
There will always be those who confuse between being a styler and a classist.
Mista... another racist back in power!
It's probably me and my wrong shit, my wrong words or my bad thoughts.
My prejudices, my "I can't", my bestiality
Or so much that I regret if I never lacked anything
Either that or I assure you that no one is interested, and if there is enough food served on a plate arranged on your table
That sex that leaves emptiness that we try to satisfy with beer weighs
More new anti-depressants, we have to deal with old sadness
They want to stain your spirit and also put your head in debt.
Who is supposed to take care of you, knows how to abuse his strength
A higher order dictates that everything is fine now!
Pray it's just beginning
Lownesses by the barrel, highnesses in the two thousand
Rifles for fragile and vile, hostile enough
They will burn books again so you don't watch them
But, luckily for me, they must have an Achilles' heel!
Mistaken enemies and lovers, pure... Absence of mercy if here the neighbor is the one who usury
Hurry and take care of the creature and your teeth that will act as armor
When in the absence of hope there is chaos and madness!
Let's see how long it lasts