Wasting time
Skipping all the meetings
It’s alright
You're always spitting in my eyes
Pretending that your speeches aren't lies
The myth is working in disguise
The pistols in your hands are so nice
With bodies hidden right behind
We’re counting down to three
We'll be fine
3, 2, 1
Make yourself at home
(We're gonna leave here
Yes we're gonna leave here)
The hope won't die alone
(We cannot see it, yes we'll never see it
Leave that shit behind
(It is stinking, yes it is stinking)
God bless the new times
(We’re gonna watch you, yes, we’re gonna watch you)
And we are always hopping that you’re lying
