You'll never grow up to be a big-
rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like
cheap coupons and say that death
was on sale today
And when we were good
you just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
we're scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit
the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy
the death of one is a tragedy
but death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to world
that doesn't give a shit
Vova
