Semana Satán

When all this will be ended?
I wish I was full of MDMA
Every day is different but only happens in my head
Under the anxiety that supposed me being with me
I tried one thousand seventy-five new routines always end up on my knees
The funniest thing is knowing for sure that the world goes to shit
Every day is different but only happens in my head

Losing myself
Real lively death
Forever the same
Evil bite's godsend