Клево

What makes you think I'm sick? Everything all right And your pity is generally inappropriate here Yes, deep down, all the beds have been excavated And look away, I'm tired, to be honest And I won't give up the city without a fight And I will fight until my blood is boiling You're nobody to me, go away, leave me alone, and to hell with you I became a rock, concrete, foundation, monolith I'm like a Land Rover in the middle of a highway I'm going 200, overtaking my fears I just want to stand at the edge of a waterfall Where all the troubles will dissolve and become dust And alcohol and cigarettes won't help You can cry, break dishes, and complain You've tried to paint everything black You don't even have to try to get it back Fist fights are not your thing, you're all on edge You're a master at ruining people's lives with a stab in the back You don't strive to be an example for your daughter You look longingly at the storefronts I'm like a Land Rover in the middle of a highway I'm going 200 miles per hour, overtaking my fears I just want to stand at the edge of a waterfall Where all my troubles will dissolve and become dust