Devices off
And without them you're nothing, as we learned to know
Early in the morning eyes still rolling from the roaming night events
Never knew your backpack is so full of dirty tricks
Like poisoned thorns disguised as lipstick
Now You... You look tired
Trying to say you're tired?
Know who's tired? - One who swallowed thousand words like me
Just a couple drinks
And a melody
And the Requiem is ready...
Is it the final point?
Or are we moving yet?
Is this the final point, oh sister, aren't we already dead?
Buried under shit that we said
Lies an old Monopoly game map
All the little buildings I bought - you've sold...
Couple more bitter drinks, and that Requiem is ready