Don´t tell me what you want from me

this is my turn now I´m talking

I´d like to stuff your mouth and ears

turn off the lights so you don´t see

I can´t buy nothing with apologies

the true lies are rolling faster

avalanche emergency

your greed is my disaster

but you can´t bring me down

it´s none of your business

what I do

you should not even care

about my daily mood

it´s not your problem

when I´m sad

I would be really pleased

If you´d handle me like I was dead

what´s so precious on this shit you praise

making up those boring stories

you don´s care if it´s true anyway

tomorrow someone else is haunted

now you got me, you shot me

your money is drained in my wounds

you got me, you shot me for money