Wojtek Szumański: Kołowrotek

We probably already know each other well
We breathe ourselves into our lungs
We've got a mood made of porcelain
And it's so easy to break it
Day after day passes
Almost as if it's to annoy us
Apathy is getting to me
You've been sick of me for a while

You yourself aren't without a scar/mark
so before you fall into rage
think twice
if you feel the call of madness
And if you want to spill blood

When above us, black clouds
and a constant storm inside
Once low and once up top
spinning like in a turntstile
Sleepless nights again
the only thing waiting for us
Is putting off for later
How to get off this turnstile

And click a change in narration
we're going head to head
Because sudden plot twists
are daily bread to us
Kind words again
where the only one that matters is you
And beneath the rug
good expressions for a bad game

And I was probably stupid
not counting the good days
Skeletons fall out of closets
Along with the spilling of first blood

Again above us, black clouds
and a constant storm inside
Once low and once up top
spinning like in a turntstile
Sleepless nights again
the only thing waiting for us
Is putting off for later
How to get off this turnstile

Tangled up in our fate
Put together in disorder
So stable in this chaos
We're starting from the beginning
From the beginning From the beginning

Above us, black clouds
and a constant storm inside
Once low and once up top
spinning like in a turntstile
Sleepless nights again
the only thing waiting for us
Is putting off for later
How from this turnstile...

Above us, black clouds
and a constant storm inside
Once low and once up top
spinning like in a turntstile
Sleepless nights again
the only thing waiting for us
Is putting off for later
How to get off this turnstile

How to get off this turnstile