It`s another life

People speak in hushted voices
i never had a touch with reality
fuckin` words coming from everyone
i hate this bitch working under my window
People looking at my friend different faces
he spoke about fuc*** up kid`s dreams
about drugs which deprive the taste of life
dsease voices are back again
People have funckin` thoughts useles for everyone
every dreams going under when somebody say something
it`s so beautifu that i wanna die in black roses
but i can`t, i don`t have fuckin` black roses
Streets are full of fuc*** people
which can see only themselfs
to destroy everyone who`s good as them
that`s the fuckin` way of life
It`s too late
to escape from here
think again just once
is that really your place
Your little heart
can`t exist in this world
it`s too week
Too week to this world