Stoned

Show me your victims. I’m not on your side.
Pain on your face, it’s your last fight.
They talk too loud. Shut up your crowd.
It’s the last day! Anarchy comes.
And my best friends, they present fresh life
They are rounds in the human’s mind
I don’t know about your rage
It’s a burn of new man inside your straight
I believe that the new world is coming
I believe that it’s insane
I bet my generation makes your [bad word] days
And new revolution! It makes you a scum
My time, my youth, my pollution
Makes you stoned hard
Stoned!
Internet and other [bad word] have changed your fate
It’s worse brain and makes your fat
Now you on a way to anywhere
Where is no salvation and I don’t care
Yes, we are kidding, we can’t win that war
I just don’t want you to ignore:
Don’t ignore your mind and ignore their fake
Do what you want and wait for their mistake
Stoned!