ReTo: _EDIT

I have marks on my hands
of hard work and cutting
you were weak and you know how
it is when everything strike you off
I was weak and I know how
it is fucked like a pussy
If you're still cutting there mate
know that's a waste of life
I remember windowsill and the floor of skyscraper
high color on cheeks, BACs in blood
if you decide that you'll jump, it's a mistake
and I know, because I just missed a moment
cigarettes stub out on a hand, and vodka under my arm
ReTo teen's shithead
I fucking threw the cotton candy, somewhere in a corner
when I still felt like a kid

I remember it was a house party
when I got into somebody's bed
in fact she was wasted
and so for two days the session prolonged
in my head fucked up visions
too quick decisions, for one too many at once
feelings made a mess so I cut them all off
you know why I'm here like a bastard (ooo)
(Goddamn)
explanation find above
explanation is right there
I play in different league now
so I took the line, doing it fair play
today I'm going out on legal
although pockets don't whisper
I'm not going to fucking sell out myself
if whores will get wind of me

(if whores will get wind of me)
(if whores will get wind of me)
(I'm not going to fucking sell out myself)
(if whores will get wind of me)
(they say I hit the mark with people, right?)
(so I feel like a sniper)
(and alarm doesn't piss me off anymore)
(because I get up at one p.m.)

when I don't want to, but still feel
my mind twists the thoughts
how shouldn't I want
I need
drugs are nothing compared to this
when my heart will prick
I know exactly what I'll do
I won't give a fuck
I have trusted my head for a long time

I've always had plans
not always visions
now the word knows no limits
I'm behind a comma
from fucking on squad
for smiles from the stage
looking in the mirror passing by
made an EDIT myself
got into convo with myself
and suprisingly I even started to like myself a little
previously the stadiums hostile, by couple of events
today I'm not even disgusted anymore
at least it seems to me
money don't by any means, it seems to me
missing chances isn't my thing
to me missing chances is like losing life
I have no remorse (anymore)
well I'm not doing perfectly fine
I had too much and I fucking ditched it
and I piss on the grave
backstage is a life without barriers
not only one probably is beating his head
I was suprised when I saw it myself
Sodom, Gomorrah, Ballentines, Jack
and I dose it myself
(and you dose it yourself)
and you're not a doctor
(and you're not a doctor)
and you take a pill
(and you take a pill)
or you say "laters"
I feel nothing but hunger and hunger
and I'm gonna fucking devour here, before gastro
knocks me off my feet
before gastro knocks me off my feet
and loaded to feel less
before gastro knocks me off my feet
I shoot in tens, so I grab a bow
And I haven't turned the corner, though changed
from large to sportline
if solitude controls thoughts
let them bells toll, because I fear to stay that way

when I don't want to, but still feel
my mind twists the thoughts
how shouldn't I want
I need
drugs are nothing compared to this
when my heart will prick
I know exactly what I'll do
I won't give a fuck
I have trusted my head for a long time