PlayWhere I Live

Where I Liv

There's a lot of traditio
Along with superstitio
Comes the permissio
To decide what's right or wron

No one wants to make an admissio
Of major prestige demolitio
But everybody is having a suspicio
And melancholia occupies our mind

As for my home natio
I can only hope for quick salvatio
We need a general restoratio
To restart it all agai

We got no air for respiratio
Why should be now be even graciou
But we're easily impatien
Old Europe's problems are presen

Actually we should be satisfie
No reason to be disconten
But still so much is fucked u
I see criminal inten

Lethargy is our secret frien
We never really learn how to giv
We live like this every da
That's what it's like where I live

Cool. It's nice to hear some other person I know on here. This is a good song, I guess your voice might need some getting used to, Adrian, but it's cool. Wish you good luck!