Deys - Zły

Cut through a fraction, human's triumph cages
Projector burns with light into eyes with one slide
Newborn's floors aren't so pure anymore when you fall
And today, why they taught us how to stand in the first place, I won't understand
Again I split through messed up stacks of chill underneath my skin
Another offspring, people with smiles plastered on their faces, stop it.
Meanwhile seeking for their knives on one another's throat
So they could spill on sensors of those who desire the most
I'm like the moment of hesitation before you want to kill
I'm like the reflex when other life isn't stopping.
That moment, when her perfumes don't have the yesterday's scent
Or when she's sick of his weight in her arms
People around, always on hillsides
Everyone's on a slide, everyone's selling.
The demand on conscience is a long gone vogue
I also grit my teeth like after barbs
We, you, them, those people, then somebody else
We, you, them, those people, then somebody else

Chorus:

Yet
When I lived I was the worst
People blackened my name
Pilot flew somewhat too low
Death was dancing near the airport
Now everyone is in tears
How saint I was, how saint I was
How saint I was to them

I would gladly send some monsoon into the sunny moods
Smashed early birds' coffees into active corpo-heads
Then cut couples in the parks, threw a whirlwind when they sugarcoat
When everything is going well, add a piece in such way, that the floor
Falls down right into the dark row on the ambitious plans
Could gag from the positive waves' vibrations
To that young mother that makes Disneyland with this turd
Show her how in the future, the kiddo shares thick lines of meth
When the whole atmosphere is gone
From the sky doesn't soak fucking rainbow
I'll pour the vodka into my internal organs, goodbye
I'll dance on your pain of existence
I don't wish well, I never have
You keep on pretending, that jealousy doesn't devour you alive
Buddy from high school starting own business
Will in a moment invite you, first party in his mansion
Fuck everybody, I have a phase on myself
At me they stare as well, faking the smiles
I like the weeping whispers behind my back
When I look at them, I am fulfilled
I always strived torwards being on their tongues
When it will be long gone without me here
I always strived torwards being on their tongues
When it will be long gone without me here

Chorus:

Yet
When I lived I was the worst
People blackened my name
Pilot flew somewhat too low
Death was dancing near the airport
Now everyone is in tears
How saint I was, how saint I was
How saint I was to them