Well, every time I walked down that street to climb up and fall in love

In the background of the scene, the invisible crowd had fun

Till nobody wanted to see me I could go anywhere around

Tamed in a video frame pretending drunken savant

The youthful themes tied through my ears when I began my ride

I’ve just come out of the village but the village stayed inside

At the ruins of the brewery I mеt some ripped beggar

Mеlting sewer manhole covers, crushing wires with canine

I offered him a ciggy then he started to complain:

“They say my skull doesn’t have enough space for the brain

I won’t take my health to the grave so I walk trying to fly

Teetotalers and non-smokers also live until they die.”

Concordia’s out of cosplay craving a cinnamon roll

Before she gets spooktober and dives into coquettecore

She would give me wholesome confession and drive me comfy vibes

If only I could look deep into her big amethyst eyes

I explored that hot simp-city, put my tired head on her lap

But I’ve been laying there too long ‘cause you know… she’s soft enough

Backpfeifengesicht has spoken on a lectern looking wierd

Exuding a deep cleavage and moisturized bandholz beard

He said: “Man, I don't mind feeling so estranged

Since at my dopamine feast, the suicide hotline has changed

Now all those funny problems for me they seem petite

‘Cause rum destroyed my weakest gray cells, what remained was the elite.”

Homeless jongleur ‘neath the Bargate looked at me through a borscht pipe

I asked him for directions to some bar with an open mic

„Firstly, take The Cellar, The Joiners and Guildhall Square

And then become a superstar in our town and everywhere

But it's best to jump off the Itchen Bridge. And don't think I'm a kind of sleaze

You think the world’s wide open but I know what hole it is.”

Vet Johny Dreyfus chases after pregnant mares at night

He still can not destroyed his mauerbauertraurigkeit

He could rearrange my septum or loot a gypsy camp

But he just said: "There is no angel that couldn't turn into a vamp...

Boy… thinking leads to liver pain but I love it a lot

When world looks prettier, so I will drink whether I like it or not

The jobless vagrant cried in a closed sugar refinery

For the developmental period of her late maturity

“My youth has faded away and my old age will burn out

There are no living witnesses that I was once young

Please, don’t make me a fool by saying that body hasn’t aged but my soul

All around there’s nothing special – better spend your life alone”

Now the sky is almost hidden and I am beginning to hide

To immerse myself in escapism ‘cause I've had enough of this ride

I would like to run away to old places where ground burn

I would like those misty-dusted-dirty pictures to return

But now in the mid-life heat, I’m watching a river flow

So many roads have been built here, but there's nowhere to go