You'll get sick of it, so listen up,
you're so blinded, that you donate your money to the state.
And if you don't even regret it,
while they really want it, they'll treat you like dirt.
And you'll just watch and leave.
You're next to the trail and on air,
the mind on blinding.
And you're blinded by life,
because there's not much to give.
And you keep running around like zombies.
Only in front of your smartphone,
your eyes are staring blankly.
But that's just the truth.
Like ants, you run to work every day.
But the money just doesn't grow any more.
And that's not fair at all.
Is everything worth living for?
There can't be such a thing.
Victims of crimes often can't avenge themselves.
And often don't do anything that makes the perpetrators laugh.
Do some cruel things, but it's time to wake up.
Some live in villas or palaces.
Some on the streets or in jails.
We're surrounded by many parties.
And often only live off the leftovers.
While they bathe in luxury,
we're not even allowed to say anything.
But if it's in your stomach,
you should dare to do it.
Instead of just wasting and carrying loads with you.
But no matter how you decide,
you usually suffer in the end.
Because often the price is at the end.
Mostly grief, tears, blood and sweat.
And I'm just telling you,
you're just spinning in a circle.
You're spinning in a circle again and again.
Life doesn't go on like this.
Sometimes life isn't easy at all.
And often you think it's enough.
Because you often see some frats.
You could just snap out of it.
And all you think about is the news.
Where they put their stories together.
We're ruled by gods, who cause us damage.
Those aren't good prospects.
But maybe you can fix it.
Before they completely destroy us. Yes, destroy us.
Religious books are the writings of the damned.
Of nobody, who once burned people alive.
They take the money out of your pockets.
and have their reasons for it. Doesn't humanity notice it?
or is it just not completely tight?
The main thing in the pub is still burning light.
With that, salvation is in sight for you. The senses are then full of fog. And then you fall over. Like bowling, the ball. Big trap. Nothing can say a lot. And with the big one, nothing can be tolerated. And then keep complaining. That's just pathetic. And also just stupid. And has to stop gradually. Because otherwise it will go on forever. Check that at least once. Otherwise I'll say it twice. If necessary, even three times. Everything is better than nothing. But I can say one thing in life. Don't let yourself complain about everyday life. And don't give up too quickly. Then it can also become something in life. Because through a lot of inner strife, I at least became wise. Although I destroyed my body. But it formed such words. And you still don't understand the moral of the story. And you still don't understand the moral of the story.
