Tie کے بول

I wake up this morning and there's nothing but the same, nothing but the same, nothing but the same. I look to the mirror, there's a blackhead on my face. Oh, my fucking face, oh my ugly face. I pick up my tie, there's nothing to understand, nothing to complain, gotta work again. On the traffic jam, I think that life is just a game, but there's no end, but there's no end. Oh, my plastic life, I don't wanna die. Custom-made life, I just cannot cry.[2x] I see the fireworks celebrating a new year, oh, just one more year, another promise to hear. I look to the mirror, there's a blackhead on my face Oh, my fucking face, oh my ugly face.