Whole life a sick spectacle

(chorus)
Thoughts stinging, more bolder then bees,
Black coffee, and smoking tobacco,
We means so little for the world,
Whole life, like a sick spectacle.

The nerves dancing, like a snots,
On electricity cables,
But even coal - caramel,
On the ashes of lables.

We are all the dummies of fate,
But  we do not ask for a mercy,
By emery paper scratching the skin,
Rubbing the flesh like a tin.

(chorus)
Thoughts stinging, more bolder then bees,
Black coffee, and smoking tobacco,
We means so little for the world,
Whole life, like a sick spectacle.

All days, we are rushing around,
Working, like boggling whore,
From the morning we goes to work,
And from the work to home.

To futile efforts - was no price,
And our days were deemed,
There was no hope for a cure,
But, It was about we dreamed.

(chorus)
Thoughts stinging, more bolder then bees,
Black coffee, and smoking tobacco,
We means so little for the world,
Whole life, like a sick spectacle.