Let me make a mistake,
don't say it's a shame,
let me see by myself,
where's the end, where's the start.
Let me sence by myself
the essence inside of what you've told,
if you refuse so to me,
I'll be mad and you know it.
If you lose me, you are to be blamed.
Let me make mistakes,
let me get tired,
let me come by myself
and apologise to you.
I have plentiful of time to mock
every word, meaning and purpose,
I have much an appetite to be a riffraff.
Don't speak to me about explorations
and farcry lands,
don't speak to me about conquests
and about massive structures.
Just tell me how to spend the night
with two friends in a narrow basement.
Syren is screaming
Syringe is emptying
and the warm blood is spilling.
Let me make mistakes,
let me see well,
let me see by myself
what is that that makes me crazy.
Let me whistle you
a known old rhythm in the dark,
and one night, let me fill
your every emptiness with rock & roll music which I like
Let me make a mistake,
don't pretend to be the God,
I despise the saviors
and don't care to be saved.
It's OK if I'll regret it afterwards,
it's not a big deal if I get tired twice as much.
I don't care if I get disappointed,
as I'll know that it was my fault.