There are many shortcomings in character, many things that will not end up in a ballad
On my side, on the border of the shadow there's a region where sometimes the dogs were buried
Maybe I should say less often maybe and more often no thank you.
I should hit the target better and then run if I don't.
I should apologize more than how I just now again did.
I should stop pretending that I'm supposedly the most normal person.
Glue or band aids
as long as we get the wound closed
and emotions switched to medications
Gyroscope swirls completely stationary
when the egos are beating each other
and sixty new problems are born
I won't confess to any crime that I would have committed without a good intention
When there are too many variables associated with the problems, the answers won't withstand a potent substance
I touch the fire that lives on the palm of your hand and there's a silence in the eyes
In that fire is a living power, It will get furious in a flash
If you press it against your heart, it will reveal its essence
But if you try to imprison it in there, you'll burn your hand
Glue or band aids
as long as we get the wound closed
and emotions switched to medications
Gyroscope swirls completely stationary
when the egos are beating each other
and sixty new problems are born
Most likely this too will turn into a some kind of stupid scene
that nobody wants or needs, but it can't be stopped.
There's always the same old tired arch, when it's on.
I miss the days of sanity more than I can express
Shit on a palette
I paint the wallpapers with it
and offer it as a solution to problems
Some die all at once, others [die] piece by piece
the monster has a flower in his hair
Glue or band aids
as long as we get the wound closed
and emotions switched to medications
Gyroscope swirls completely stationary
when the egos are beating each other
and sixty new problems are born