歌词

Every morning And every bloody night I still worry If I will win a fight It's hard to catch me But if you really try You will fetch me And then I will cry This endless flow of posts and bits Enormous number of regrets The speed of light, hell, I am lit I'm standing in one place, yet I am knackered I haven't done a thing I'll just stack it There is no time to think I am so tempted To do it right again I'll resent it I'll dodge this vain pain This endless flow of posts and bits Enormous number of regrets The speed of light, hell, I am lit I'm standing in one place, yet Why do I need to justify What do you think you can expect You have no wings, don't want to fly I won't show signs of disrespect Because We are the killers of our time We are the killers, that's not a crime We may be the ones to blame for wasting life But then who are the ones to make us thrive? What I need now To buy fags at the shop What I read now Some crap that never stops You come and see now There's nothing big in us There's no know how To get to first class This endless flow of posts and bits Enormous number of regrets The speed of light, hell, I am lit I'm standing in one place, yet Why do I need to justify What do you think you can expect You have no wings, don't want to fly I won't show signs of disrespect We are the killers of our time We are the killers, that's not a crime We may be the ones to blame for wasting life But then who are the ones to make us thrive? Because We are the killers of our time We are the killers, that's not a crime We may be the ones to blame for wasting life But then who are the ones to make us thrive? We are the killers of our time We are the killers, that's not a crime We may be the ones to blame for wasting life But then who are the ones to make us thrive? We are the killers of our time We are the killers, that's not a crime
Writer(s): Alexander Suvorov, Andrey Kapitonov, Dmitriy Nikolaev, Igor Rastorguev, Oleg Kovalevskiy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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