Ðàçêúñâàì ñå íà ïàð÷åòà - òîâà å ïîñëåäíèÿò èçõîä.
Çàäóøàâàì ñå, íÿìà âúçäóõ.
Íå ìè ïóêà äàæå âåíèòå ñè äà ðàçðåæà.
Òîâà å ïîñëåäíèÿò èçõîä.
Ðàçêúñâàì ñå íà ïàð÷åòà.
Äîñòèãíàõ ïîñëåäíàòà ñïèðêà, çàäóøàâàíå, íÿìà âúçäóõ.
Íå ìè ïóêà äàæå âåíèòå ñè äà ðàçðåæà.
Ùå òè ïóêà ëè, óìðà ëè áåç íàäåæäà?
Ùå áúäå ëè ãðåøíî, ùå áúäå ëè âÿðíî,
àêî æèâîòà ñè îòíåìà... òîâà å äîñòà âåðîÿòíî
Îñàêàòÿâàíå îòâúí íåâèäèìî
è ìèñëèòå ñàìîóáèéñòâåíè...
Çàùîòî ãóáÿ ðàçñúäúê, ãóáÿ óìà ñè.
Ùå ìè ñå íÿêîé äà êàæå, ÷å ñúì íàðåä.
Ãóáÿ ðàçñúäúê, ãóáÿ óìà ñè.
Ùå ìè ñå íÿêîé äà êàæå, ÷å ñúì íàðåä.
Íå îñúçíàâàõ âñúùíîñò êîëêî ñúì ðàçêúñàí,
à ñòàíà òâúðäå êúñíî è êóõ áÿõ îòâúòðå.
Ãëàäåí, õðàíåù ñå ñ õàîñ, æèâååù âúâ ãðÿõ.
Ñïèðàëà íèçõîäÿùà, êúäå ëè å íà÷àëîòî.
Çàïî÷íà âñè÷êî, êîãàòî ìàéêà ñè çàãóáèõ.
Áåç ëþáîâ çà ñåáå ñè, áåç ëþáîâ è çà äðóãèòå.
Òúðñåéêè äà îòêðèÿ ëþáîâòà ñè, „ïîñëåäíàòà",
íàìèðàéêè åäèíñòâåíî ñúìíåíèÿ è äåìîíè...
[ïðèïåâ]
Íèùî íå å íàðåä, íèùî íå å „äîáðå".
Àç áÿãàì è ïëà÷à...
Àç ïëà÷à... (3).
Àç ïëà÷à.
ÍÅ... ÌÎÃÀ...ÄÀ ÏÐÎÄÚËÆÀ...
ÄÀ ÆÈÂÅß... ÏÎ ÒÎÇÈ ÍÀ×ÈÍ!
Ðàçêúñâàì ñå íà ïàð÷åòà - òîâà å ïîñëåäíèÿò èçõîä.
Çàäóøàâàì ñå, íÿìà âúçäóõ.
Íå ìè ïóêà äàæå âåíèòå ñè äà ðàçðåæà.
Ùå áúäå ëè ãðåøíî, ùå áúäå ëè âÿðíî,
àêî æèâîòà ñè îòíåìà... òîâà å äîñòà âåðîÿòíî
Îñàêàòÿâàíå îòâúí íåâèäèìî
è ìèñëèòå ñàìîóáèéñòâåíè...
[ïðèïåâ]
Íèùî íå å íàðåä, íèùî íå å „äîáðå".
Àç áÿãàì è ïëà÷à...
ÍÅ... ÌÎÃÀ...ÄÀ ÏÐÎÄÚËÆÀ...
ÄÀ ÆÈÂÅß... ÏÎ ÒÎÇÈ ÍÀ×ÈÍ!
Íå ìîãà äà ïðîäúëæà... äà æèâåÿ òàêà.
Íèùî íå å ÍÀÐÅÄ!
Last resort - Papa Roach
Cut my life into pieces - this is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing.
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding.
This is my last resort.
Cut my life into pieces.
I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing.
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong, would it be right?
If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
and I'm contemplating suicide
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils
[refrain]
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I'm crying... (3)
I'm crying.
I...CAN'T...GO ON...
LI-VING...THIS WAY!
Cut my life into pieces - this is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing.
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding.
Would it be wrong, would it be right?
If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
and I'm contemplating suicide
[refrain]
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I...CAN'T...GO ON...
LI-VING...THIS WAY!
Ñan't go on… living this way…
Nothing's all RIGHT!