2 acessos
Disorder, chaos, all this shit you know
This speech is as cliché as yourself
Everybody knows what is going on
But nobody has balls to cut it in the bud
I'm not here to teach you something, no
Neither to judge what you think your anger has caused
But say to me that you did anything
To save the things you loved
You just talk too much
You've always been non conformed to your situation
The truth is that you love having something
To just complain about
There is no need to carry on
If you live in an endless absurd
You have to stop making your life our burden
Disorder, chaos, all this shits you know
This speech is as cliché as yourself
Everybody knows what is going on
But nobody has balls to cut it in the fucking bud
You just talk too much
You've always been non conformed to your situation
You have to stop making your life
No! Our burden, yeah
If you live in endless absurd, absurd
There is no need to carry on
But no one got balls!