Deys - Zabijam ludzi

There's such a place, that you can't touch
There where you end up, and start
And I swear, my fifth season of the year will visit again
And I let you fucking know, that the leaves won't fall
You have to watch me go and rinse your eyes
This hydro-riddle will rip off your heads
And you won't grow it back, won't revive, two times
The world too modern for Christ, stifling in the souls
The carcass is left, empty like a husk
A lonely shell, that waves won't longer carry,
only certain that it will break
Bungee jump from the slope of your pit
And don't even explain, why so shallow
Usually cliche, devoured little us
We're the nominal for a mime, only for the expressions
This world is just a good face for a bad game

I want to be good, you can teach me
Again I dreamed that I kill people
That I kill, that I kill (that, that)
That I kill, that I kill you

The dark side of desire, sometimes you get there
The worst thing is that the tab has dropped again
And highlight that friction on the shield, as a tantra
They don't dance in that whirlpool
as if you were playing for them
We play our roles on video surveillance in the city
For long now, not anonymous , as the little sins
I've waited all night, until he takes my hand
I heard only the voice, powerful as a thunder in me
Best brought up, lost on my way
Like a cold shower, so Antarctica, please
I had a rebellious period, but it didn't pass
After all it's probably of choice, so it won't be too great
My method drags a Hulk, when the reins defy
(defy, thin)
So many negatives, but I don't fade
It's gonna be a good film - flip the picture

I want to be good, you can teach me
Again I dreamed that I kill people
That I kill, that I kill (that, that)
That I kill, that I kill you