Текст песни Ferret.SD - Фальшь

This stress again, I hear voices
Falsity on the tongue, lies are so heavy

Depression has hit me, I'm diving in head first
I haven’t written for two years, I probably died there
The notebook is empty and drunk in the evenings
But your rappers make me want to puke so bad

This is a cheap show off, you are just here as a background
If I knew what this would all turn into
I would hit the jackpot
Opinion leaders ha why is it so funny to me
At the first danger you put your tail between your legs

Porch Thinkers, carbon copy from a test tube
Where the fuck did you come from? You're not William Birkin.
Although you exist only for the sake of Birkin bags
I take my knife and cut your tags off

There is hard metal in my blood, there is gorska mefa in your dreams
You're hanging out with a bunch of kids, why didn't dad give you more budget?
Wildly shaking my head to deathcore while Whitechapel plays from the speakers
I put a bag on this bitch's face, you hear the bit fucked nefor

This stress again, I hear voices
Falsity on the tongue, lies are so heavy

I see punks becoming aesthetes
Picture of a snag, with collective farm etiquette
Dumb monkey with a branded body kit
Conscience is not needed if coins are a priority

It's a barnyard with a nice label.
Pigs finish eating, wormy scraps
It's been a lean year, but I have no sense of proportion
I'm a butcher at a slaughterhouse, accept the situation

The mass presses with force, the strong presses the mass
Got you figured out, I'm gaining weight
I enter the abbey without taking off the mask from my face
Fucked me up from the first tray without using the flash drive

This stress again, I hear voices
Falsity on the tongue, lies are so heavy