Grey

Day. Day after day I wake up in the same fucking Day. Had hope for tomorrow, I woke up and it's just Today. I need my remote to skip only a couple of Years. next, next, next, next, next, next STARICHOK 2025 lending land on Mars Getting cash from Musk, spending that on dust Start to snort many many lines many many times Getting very high jetting through the sky like I'm the Tesla Aye, I feel like I'm blessed bruv, but with a lot of side effects, huh Someone must have messed up. Damn god, better debug the fucking Program. I found some problems, will bug report them: This world has drugs and I am on them I can't trust you. I can't trust me All I can say is "Just, please, bitch, stop this shit I need Something to hold on to, I'm drowning in hate, aye Mainly from myself, aye. Relieve me from that, aye" Every day feels like every other day Tell the faith to stop trynna penetrate Too much grey, need a coloured overlay Gonna paint it with red out of my vein Every day feels like every other day Tell the faith to stop trynna penetrate Too much grey, need a coloured overlay Gonna paint it with red out of my vein I lost my hope in next day, next month I lost my hope in next year, next life What hope should I have at next place, next time? That is correct - have none, damn right I lost my hope in next day, next month I lost my hope in next year, next life What hope should I have at next place, next time? That is correct - have none, damn right Not really sure about that Hope having hope alright But historical data Suggests that it's all fucked up Sleep deep and pray to fake god not to wake up Be sheep. Obey what they say, stay away and don't ever Think, please. Stray till the day when you lay in your grave In peace. This is the decease that will cease the existence Of free will. Just keep me in chains. Keep me in check Can give me a cheque but I won't sell myself It's not like I can. I am in a cell Controlled by the men who dictate what you can and can't Say. I'll pay you a fee for you to enslave me, my king Then I will make you a plate. Hope you ate very well And you won't re-elect any more. No, no, no Want the dough even though all your wallets overflow Our lord is a bit of a lazy boy - copy-paste every day to create the whole world If your soul can be sold why the fuck don't you buy a new house, lots of drugs? Can't be worse than your life And don't try to bring up the deal's price, you know you don't need much If you've been made in his image then he is a bit of a retard Every day feels like every other day Tell the faith to stop trynna penetrate Too much grey, need a coloured overlay Gonna paint it with red out of my vein Every day feels like every other day Tell the faith to stop trynna penetrate Too much grey, need a coloured overlay Gonna paint it with red out of my vein I lost my hope in next day, next month I lost my hope in next year, next life What hope should I have at next place, next time? That is correct - have none, damn right I lost my hope in next day, next month I lost my hope in next year, next life What hope should I have at next place, next time? That is correct - have none, damn right