I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
But there was no harmony there
No reason for coexistence
Nothing to span the distance, now
Do we even know who we are
Living like all life is forfeit
Like we can just go redefine it
Regardless what we broke
Who died and made us stars
With our intellectual gambits
Our millionaire flair and our antics
We're like mirrors seen through smoke
I tried a shanty with the fool to find our pace
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
But there was no loyalty to hope
And funny the need for mercy
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Do we even know who we are...
Now the melody's void of sympathy
cos that shit's in byte size bits on YouTube
so tell me what am I supposed to do
When the malady's no remedy
Till we reach the lowest absolute
And necessity will finally force something through what's walling you
Do we even know who we are...
Пыль в глаза
Я танцую танго с гордостью, присущей юности.
Мы несемся по сцене за субъективной истиной.
Но в ней нет гармонии,
Условий сосуществования,
И уже не к чему стремиться.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?
Проживаем жизнь, словно глобальный штраф.
Как будто мы способны пересмотреть ее
Независимо от того, каких дров наломаем.
Кто умер и превратился в звезду,
С нашей демонстрацией интеллекта,
С талантами на миллион, с нашими выходками?
Мы лишь ложные отражения сквозь дым, пыль себе в глаза.
Я пытался ютиться с глупцом, чтобы поймать общий ритм.
Пробовал его понты, приколы, учился шагать в ногу.
Но в этом не было ничего святого.
И тем смешнее потребность в жалости,
Как это побуждает нас источать жалость.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?...
Теперь мелодия лишена всякой прелести,
Поскольку эта мерзость в байтах задвинет YouTube.
Так скажите мне, что я должен делать,
Когда против болезни нет таблетки,
Покуда мы не достигнем предельно понятных истин,
И потребности столкнуться с чем-то,
Что противостоит нам.
Мы хоть представляем, кто мы?...
I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
But there was no harmony there
No reason for coexistence
Nothing to span the distance, now
Do we even know who we are
Living like all life is forfeit
Like we can just go redefine it
Regardless what we broke
Who died and made us stars
With our intellectual gambits
Our millionaire flair and our antics
We're like mirrors seen through smoke
I tried a shanty with the fool to find our pace
Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
But there was no loyalty to hope
And funny the need for mercy
How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
Do we even know who we are ...
Now the melody's void of sympathy
cos that shit's in byte size bits on YouTube
so tell me what am I supposed to do
When the malady's no remedy
Till we reach the lowest absolute
And necessity will finally force something through what's walling you
Do we even know who we are ...
Dust in the eyes
I dance tango with pride inherent in youth.
We rush the stage for a subjective truth.
But there is no harmony,
Conditions for coexistence ,
And it is not something to strive for .
We have any idea who we are?
We live life like a global fee .
As if we were able to revise its
No matter what mangled wood .
Who died and turned into a star
In our demonstration of intelligence,
With talent in a million , with our antics ?
We just false reflections through smoke , dust myself in the eye .
I tried to huddle with the fool to catch the overall rhythm .
Ponty tried it , fun , learned to march in step .
But it was not anything sacred .
And the funnier need pity,
As it encourages us to exude pity.
We have any idea who we are? ...
Now devoid of any melody charms
Since this abomination in bytes will close YouTube.
So tell me , what should I do ,
Against the disease when no tablets
As long as we do not reach the maximum understandable truths
And needs to face something
That confronts us.
We have any idea who we are? ...
