We go out to the shore with you
I blindly give you the stars
We have little money
And we are not serious, not serious
Or maybe we should throw it ashore?
Why did I wake up today?
My garbage in my head develops art
And know, I will die for my awareness
You are not a ♥♥♥♥♥, but you are talking in vain
Wipe your tears, are you kidding?
Are you kidding? No, are you kidding?
Come on, pack your things home
Come on, take my soul - I'm yours
Come on, pack your things home
♥♥♥♥♥, come on, pack up and go home
I'm walking in my sleep again
Where you're on me, where I'm in you
Trips with flashbacks ♥♥♥♥ in my head
Wages for wages crumble into powder
He prevents me from sleeping and dreaming about how
Mannequins faint in a circle of dystopias
In applications, the rise made a couple more copies
Colorful pictures under the lips get wet, tear
Homeless man pushes trash, throwing it away as art
Builds Lego himself, hoping that it will be broken
People throw snow at each other over the city
When the royal palm hits you on the cheek
You will break your word again, because it is worth nothing