Take me to place, where you'll be only with me and I will be only with you;
Take me to place, where time isn't running and our better tomorrows are already coming
Take me to place, where I can forget to fuckin' problems how I must forever pay
all the tolls, charges, counts and taxes for this shitty trash ...
...that I can live in the real fact can live on in this rotten shit, what's called hi-tech system
for that I can hope to more promising tomorrows at jungle, that you can see everywhere your sight can reach;
but don't be sad, we can get away yet, away to get. Don't wanna break our chance
so come on maybe we catch the last hovercraft to the station "terminal somewhere far away"
I don't wanna watch on the stupid TV shows
I don't wanna follow the instinct and tipple sprite
I don't wanna make the things, what some motherfucker me shows
And what about you? Do you like this world? RIGHT?
I don't wanna to be at the mercy of grasping human parodies, those shits dress up like a men,
that care only if their manger doesn't spout them fat proceeds, it's not fair to live life worse then nightmare
Take me to the other place, where's no another complication
Take me from this planet elsewhere, to any distant cosmic station
Take me far away from this place of eternal devastation
Anywhere it will be better than that human abomination
I wanna go to place, where we have only one another, where we won't have to percive every evil human qualities
especially their owners... we're all only people and each of us owns lot of them...
each of us see many in each another, however can't see his own; inclusive me, but they behave
like commanders of the Universe and think, that can make everything and they it also make!
how fuckin' far it will go..?!
I don't wanna watch on the stupid TV shows
I don't wanna follow the instinct and tipple sprite
I don't wanna make the things, what some motherfucker me shows
And what about you? Do you like this world? RIGHT?
I don't wanna to be at the mercy of grasping human parodies, those shits dress up like a men,
That care only if their manger doesn't spout them fat proceeds, it's not fair to live life worse then nightmare
If we don't leave this shit we'll miss our life
There's no future there's no presence all is already past
I don't know how is called that state..It's too late... late to life, but I don't wanna kick the bucket yet,
I don't wanna die
We are still hunting the time, which in the same way we'll never catch
