Complainingisfine

Fuck life Not even our elders say that we'll be safe / cause all life has gone to shit, surviving has become a maze And we're supposed to get off with job, with kids and with love / but all life has gone to shit, I pity the one who loves I need to breathe outside / but then my thoughts arrive / I cannot walk a line / then maybe complaining is fine I'm talking about the one who knows the meaning of suffering / all these crippled soulmates, their old souls, they are drowning Talk about a way to make it good, talk about these utopias / and I’m tired of all these words, of these empty mouths, meaningless cries Is there a goal to burst out of control / and to spit it out, all the shit we're through, and the ones we lost, and the loves we're through Is there a goal to burst out of control / maybe we put words on us and we'd see the light shining from us I need to breathe outside / but then my thoughts arrive / I cannot walk a line / then maybe complaining is fine I need to breathe outside / but then my thoughts arrive / I cannot walk a line / then maybe complaining is fine