Текст песни Безора - Шутка

I replaced your happiness for drugs, bitch
Starting smoke in a circle, I do not believe that they will save us.
You are not a friend of me, you're just an image, do not pull my hand
I scatter my thoughts, clearing the mind
Who are you to judge me? Damn bastard
I have nothing more to say, I am confused in myself
Throwing the soul to the sheets of the cold in the morning
I chose the way and go only on my routes
Something explaining in the society of walking corpses
Search love among cheap prostitutes
I do not want to look into the eyes of this soulless whores
I and without your tears I know that I will forget me
I do not call friends, because I did not become another for them
It's time to grow up, I'm closer to the goal with each minute
You see the world around yourself - this is someone's designer
Stop laughing, because even your life is a joke.