Im a usual person
Among the impeccable
On the periphery of our land
In a place where the bright stars
Of the milky way
Are hidden by factories' smoke
Where nobody cares about other ones
Nobody cares of themselves
Even if i am going to remain alone
Middle finger and protest will become my own flag

Stand up now as your whole hymn sounds
Like a requiem to all of your dreams
An orchestra of thousands guillotines
Sings a memorial service to the freedom of us

You're crippled by your ideas
But you're still an impeccable

Such an impeccably perfect life
Like a bullet to the temple waits for me in the end
Now all my friends are loneliness
And an unsung poet in a crown of thorns

You're crippled by your ideas
But you're still an impeccable
I have to be the one to
Bring the stars back on the sky and
Add some colors to a
Fall that's black and white

Be the one to
Bring the stars back on the sky and
Add some colors
And just add some colors

You can longer repeat
That your life is so perfect
While we're still not buried underground
As the airplanes draw
The chemtrails in the sky
I won't return tonight
You can longer repeat
That your life is so perfect
While we're still not buried underground
As the airplanes draw
The chemtrails in the sky
I won't return tonight

I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home!
I'm never coming home...
Im a usual person
Among the impeccable
On the periphery of our land
In a place where the bright stars
Of the milky way
Are hidden by factories' smoke
Where nobody cares about other ones
Nobody cares of themselves
Even if i am going to remain alone
Middle finger and protest will become my own flag