Surface

I don't want touch your surface

Which he is only worth seeing

As it immediately subsides

And opens your insides.

You can't really felling.

Your opinions are based

Is out of fashion and stupid bosses.

You wasting your voices

For those shit on you.

And where is truth, where is the rescue

From you, from your nonsense?

Your agree with everything by being voiceless.

You pretend to be a holy.

Behind your back is only

A knife in your hands.

Look on your friends.

Among most of them

There is traitor.

Every fucking fake name

Hides a fucking hater.