City lights blind me
So i don't open my eyes
And I'm a bloody ant that quickly runs
From birth till its end
I do the special job in special team the best way I know
Somebody's treading on me, moving, squeezing, shoving me
And all the roads are already ready for me
A lot of voices do decree what will be safer for me
All this reminds me of the tunnel life with fake narrow neck
Which tries to strangle me inside my head a heap (of) dirty hands
They all around me like in co-sleep, stick to forced script repeats
Cannot unstuck of screens and bottles, wanting life full of freebies
I see officiary factories flatteries quackery knick-knackery
It's time to shake up until we're bogged down in this flackery
I know the roads (are) still ready ready for me
As all this voices know the best that will be better for me
And now I've learned the rules by heart
That you don't want me to know
Pick up your dud, move off your hands, go to your big dirty hole
Get out of my head, get out of my head
Get out of my head, get out of my head
Get out of my head, get out of my head
Get out of my head, get out of my head
Get out of my head, get out of my head
Get out of my head, get out of my head
My head
Get out of my head
My head
My head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
My head
