Sobel: Pull Up

I'm packing my suitcase, I prefer to fly alone today
God, give me a vision if you don't heal the wounds
I'm packing my suitcase, how to go somewhere alone
Me, grass, alcohol and me
Muse, eat and sleep

Calm down, little change of approach in progress
Around there are faces behind broken glass
Shocked, I'm going to leave this place
In the crowd, in the crowd somehow harder to get oxygen
And I have not so from today
I see an image formed into a vortex
A fictional vortex

Hello, I said I don't want to talk about it
Hey boss, cool guy
I think how to politely say that it should fall
So I tell him not now
And I'm breaking up
I fucking hang up!
I don't want to connect to them
And it's easy to get involved in stupidity
Two said, three multiplied
You have to fuck fuckers, talk to turn on
And be yourself

Calm down, little change of approach in progress
Around there are faces behind broken glass
Shocked, I'm going to leave this place
In the crowd, in the crowd somehow harder for oxygen
And I have not so from today
I see an image formed into a vortex
A fictional vortex

Mom says it's a hard time
Dad says
Just kidding, I don't have a dad
So I was not rich in authority, but losses
It was different in comparison to the weight
Now I have hay and I like to talk about it
But honestly, I have enough photos
And the lady has long since dropped the backhoe
Then I whisper in her ear that it's not my day
And no, there are no right or wrong answers
Because show business is a fucking dick
But I don't give a fuck
Well, I don't care
I will release an album and a boom

Calm down, little change of approach in progress
Around there are faces behind broken glass
Shocked, I'm going to leave this place
In the crowd, in the crowd somehow harder to get oxygen
And I have not so from today
I see an image formed into a vortex
A fictional vortex