Unfortunately, every morning I wake up
Obviously I'm already starting to hate the world a bit
The light harms me, I hurt the bones
Among other things I have low pressure
Slapping the alarm clock against wanting
I get up and go pissing in a bad mood
For years the scene is always the same
For I have low pressure
Besides everything, it must be a party
I would like to be like a mole that vegetates just enough
But the bathroom mirror is ruthless and awaits me
There is nothing better than a man in his underpants
I have anxiety I have anxiety I have anxiety
I have anxiety
I have to say there is not even a pleasure
Which can sublimate me
Maybe a great love in a sailboat in the southern seas
Alone in nature she was Eve and I was Robin Hood
While I'm here in Pacini street
Oh dear, how sick I am, I have so many problems
I'm pale and gray, I don't be better even at the sea
I do not become golden , at most dark gray
I have anxiety I have anxiety I have anxiety
I have anxiety
I also have a lot of things back
I have to do everything
Almost the best
Is to go back to bed
Sunday morning i such a pity!
Lying down I feel heavy and I think about people
Who buy the pastries, that hears the mass
Even the world has low pressure