LEARN LYRICS

Music is music

But I'm alone in my room

My buddy is constant stress

It's time for the ego trip

My sink is full of soda water

I don't take photos

I won't sign your albums

I can't fit

The stories of your lives

When I ride the elevator

I'll follow the footprints

With a word of recognition

I'll wipe the left corner of my mouth

The inbox is full

Don't send anything

I'm slowly losing my voice

A few more good albums

I'll finally get out of here

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands

Every day I hear: you won something again

Soon there'll be no room for another diamond

You're ruining me

You're ruining me

I'll taste anonymity when

I take a quick trip abroad

I get strangely homesick then

When I take an invisible step

In the country by the Vistula

Everyone calls me by my first name

And my last name

Is a sign read aloud

The inbox is full

Don't send anything

I'm slowly losing my voice

A few more good albums

I'll finally get out of here

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands