Текст песни ATL - No matter

Eternally slain flying Dutchman would find a pier
To be independent of the mechanism
The game of real life will fly by with a whistle
If it doesn't hang under the ceiling
And my dance floor has long been trampled
Above him, the sun beats down with a strobe
Use tweezers to pick yourself apart
Just existing as long as
These lines are like sixteen ronin
They will be buried with me
Fuck us your abbreviations yes acronyms
ATL "FUCKSWAG" - audio review
With pale eyes, we cook this brew
Unscrew to the maximum, if you have not heard
And I’m unlikely to tell you how to live right
Not melted until my heart is stone

[Bridge: ATL]
Yo, I'm not cramped, my house is your house, everything is already here
And no matter how many heads there are together, due to the fault of one unreasonable everything will crack
Flights will be canceled from here when I run out of words
I will breathe out a cloud of smoke, I kill myself too slow