Ochman - Wielkie tytuły

Great titles do nothing
Beautiful slogans mean nothing
Love is a sentimental hodgepodge
Write, look, die, fight, then lose it
We're familiar with battles and numbers
We've got no chance to win alone
This sick ambition up closle will turn any plan into ashes
We're familiar with battles and numbers
We've got no chance to win alone

And it's not worth it anymore, we've become void
There's an emptiness all around, maybe we'll fill it up
We'll replace sweet lies with truth
The emptiness will disappear, we'll fill it up together

Out of breath
The pulse quickens
Out of breath
The pulse quickens

Great titles do nothing
They'll not see their own pride
The ego got lost in its thoughts, exits, profits
Too much loss
In love with numbers, drinks, exposed to another shot
This sick ambition up closle will turn any plan into ashes
We're familiar with battles and numbers
We've got no chance to win alone

And it's not worth it anymore, we've become void
There's an emptiness all around, maybe we'll fill it up
We'll replace sweet lies with truth
The emptiness will disappear, we'll fill it up together

And it's not worth it anymore, we've become void
There's an emptiness all around, maybe we'll fill it up
We'll replace sweet lies with truth
The emptiness will disappear, we'll fill it up together

Out of breath
The pulse quickens
Out of breath
The pulse quickens