Going nowhere, saying stuff, -
Freaky billiards of people.
But no way – all that is enough
To say goodbye by pulling trigger.
Go to the hell with your acedia,
I'm going just to be a monk.
And all your faith we call mas media
Will fall when I will sing a song
A song of dust, a song of emptiness,
Else-where I could be alone.
I wish pureness will kill sadness,
But don’t care if I’ll be wrong.
I’m not going just to quarrel,
I have told you — leave me be.
I just want a little silence.
What for? Just new sound to see.
Anger is my name. I’m tired.
And only disbelief will take
My pureness instead of violence,
What for? My soul to break.
Going nowhere, saying stuff, -
Freaky billiards of people.
But no way – all that is enough
To say goodbye by pulling trigger.