The Same Old Song sounds in my mind,
I can't refuse this lyrics that inside!
It sounds hard,
It makes heart beat,
I can't avoid these words in it...
The plot is simple every day,
And every time,
Week or a year,
We're don't change,
We're turn to worse,
From to the man into a horse.
I don't suppose,
What bright in eyes will fade away ,
Like morning rise.
We have a lot of drinks today,
We have the drugs, ciggars,
Goods...
And more...
The same...
We have the whores and prostitutes ,
But something light we all still loose...
We have no hope,
We have no trust,
We want to turning into dust,
We can not estimate ourselves,
We dig inside straight to the Hell!
It's not my mood,
It's just the way,
To fight with shit,
Protect essence.
So play it loud,
Volume at max,
What everybody needs...is...
Hugs!
The Same Old Song sounds very tough,
What can save us?
Purest love...