Текст песни Coockoo - mimimi

I'll be there with someone else
You'll be there with someone else
Deprived

I'm not looking, I am tough
Hope, this battle worth enough
To fight for or this party has no sense

Time is grim, it's running out
No knock-outs in seven rounds
No pride

It would be sad to realize
That we were not the killing kinds
You were right
This party has no sense

We try to break each other
Can you? I can't
We're gonna sweep each other
But in the end