I imagine myself in black glasses with a devilish smile on thin lips.
I'm sitting somewhere there,
in the corner of my polished round table.
My dress is determined by consciousness.
The seat, the angle of view,
brings respect to the officers.
Alcoholic drinks at the expense of the establishment.
Bullies, abusers, gazloppers, shamers,
all hate them, they are freaks.
Freaks mean freaks.
The people demand bread and meat.
Days pass,
and the boats fly by.
Colombian gas and places of freedom.
Time of freaks.
Freaks mean freaks.
To be cool and cute, to be hyper-reliable.
Always loved in public, a cute idiot.
He is so real, never lies.
He came out of TikToks and achieved everything.
And as a rule, he is a freak.
Time of freaks.
Freaks mean freaks.
The people demand bread and meat.
Days pass, and the boats fly by.
Colombian gas and places of freedom.
Time of freaks.
Freaks mean freaks.
The people demand bread and meat.
Days pass,
and the boats fly by.
Colombian gas and places of freedom.
I have a skin that is bubbling from them.
Endless chain of events.
It's time to draw a conclusion.
The conclusion is important.
Do not be and do not become a monkey.
We will fix the verdict.
My soup is bread.
Concrete, wood, oak.
Freaks.
Freaks mean freaks.
The people demand bread and meat.
Days pass,
and the boats fly by.
Colombian gas and places of freedom.
Time of freaks.
Freaks mean freaks.
The people demand bread and meat.
Days pass,
and the boats fly by.
Colombian gas and places of freedom.