Текст песни Drack - Все так же

I'm not a romantic, a realist, pour it all on a sheet
These are not extremes - maximalism,
Someone is forced down
I'm sorry but miss people have no boundaries
But we're out of format to find my fairway
And on the easy path, go
A new day leads to war where no one cares
Until your idylls, you fucked up
There is no happiness without money
Only a slacker believes this (-you are fucked up)
Look at the doors, they are all packed tight
It's time to understand, not to change anything
You will be the thousandth zero in the numbering system
Man is free with a piece of paper in his wallet
Society is not sick, because there is no cough
Hundreds of such our warriors and each ailment is hundreds of years old

It seems not a child, but still young.
I shake my head from side to side.
If before it was like a floor rag
Changed snot to wolf howl, under the moon