Hear me out, hear me out
From the songs that I wrote with anger,
From the streets that I said ''There is life'',
From the seagulls that die in the sky and,
From the fishes drown in the water,
From the men that can't return home at night,
From the ladies that love punks,
Hear me out from the people who stayed behind,
From the things that ripped from your heart,
Come into my night.
Inside of my head is worse, revenge of the beetle, die already.
Whoever has enough power to do that, go on (hey)
Hello to you too.
What? You don't love me? OK, I got it!
I don't need anyone.
My songs left unfinished, never mind, no need to tell about that.
If I bullshit too much, sorry about that.
Look at the world, smile
Don't swear nigga, smile
Come on, care yourself a little
And come into my night
People who judge me are not me.
But people who bullshit are on my side.
Swallow a wish in your heart.
The ideas that die before fall into your mouth from your head.